Summer was the time for teenagers to explore , learn new things and grow a little. For me, my summer did not consist of any of those, yet included regret and memories I would like to forget. Although, the vacation we took to Niagara Hotel as a family started off on a good note. I kicked my shoes off and laid flat on my bed. The bed in the suite was so luxurious , the covers were Egyptian silk which easily clinged onto my skin. My mother walks in and starts to unzip my luggage. I look above her head and notice she's wearing a visor with the hotels logo on it. "Parental Supervision." I read aloud.
"Nice right? They gave it to us once we told them we were having a family reunion!" my mom says as she unpacks.
“No." I respond, rolling my eyes.
My mother ignores my response. "Listen, don't lose your swimsuit because we are swimming at 6pm at the hotel pool ... don't go there unless the elders are there,
okay?"
The worry was very clear in her tone and I understood her. She was always worried about me and Yet, I couldn't help but break the rules a couple of times. I knew she wouldn't have agreed to me going to the pool alone or with the other teenagers. At times like these , I had to take matters into my own hands. I wasn't very happy lying to my mother,but I had to do somehow convince her I am merely going downstairs to see my nephews. Little …show more content…
I forgot the feeling of water brushing my toes. The excitement of entering the pool and of course, the anticipation to jump in. All of my passion for water is gone, and I think I have even grown a small fear towards it if I were to be honest. Turning eighteen, I had expected to maybe grow out of this small fear or even forget about it. Eighteen also meant my child lock was gone. Even though I have all the power now to enter a pool or visit the beach, this incident still haunts me till this very day. For all that has happened, I will never step in water
"Nice right? They gave it to us once we told them we were having a family reunion!" my mom says as she unpacks.
“No." I respond, rolling my eyes.
My mother ignores my response. "Listen, don't lose your swimsuit because we are swimming at 6pm at the hotel pool ... don't go there unless the elders are there,
okay?"
The worry was very clear in her tone and I understood her. She was always worried about me and Yet, I couldn't help but break the rules a couple of times. I knew she wouldn't have agreed to me going to the pool alone or with the other teenagers. At times like these , I had to take matters into my own hands. I wasn't very happy lying to my mother,but I had to do somehow convince her I am merely going downstairs to see my nephews. Little …show more content…
I forgot the feeling of water brushing my toes. The excitement of entering the pool and of course, the anticipation to jump in. All of my passion for water is gone, and I think I have even grown a small fear towards it if I were to be honest. Turning eighteen, I had expected to maybe grow out of this small fear or even forget about it. Eighteen also meant my child lock was gone. Even though I have all the power now to enter a pool or visit the beach, this incident still haunts me till this very day. For all that has happened, I will never step in water