She jumped in, causing a big splash everywhere. Kicking and screaming, she gradually sinks underneath, water fills her lungs, it slowly creeps up to her nose making it difficult for her to breathe. And as her airways fill with water, she begins to taste the saltiness and the chlorine slowly consuming the pools water. Her heart beats against her chest as fast as a cheetah and all she hears is the rumble of the clear liquid that surrounded her. Shortly, all she can see through her eyes, water splashing, and her hands swiftly move, to stay afloat. The water slowly pushes her down, as it weighs down on her, she calls out for help in a cold, shrieking voice. Aware of my surroundings, I quickly jump in and carry her to the staircase. Luckily,
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You know you’re not supposed to go in the pool without me and especially not without your floaties,” I quickly scold her. She replies with her sassiest tone, “I don’t like my floaties.” We continue to talk and I agree to let her swim without her floaties, if I can teach her how to swim. As I try to show her the basics of swimming, she immediately loses interest. Emily, who’s a wild and spontaneous four year old, looks at me as if I pushed her in the pool myself. She swiftly grows fussy and holds on to the pools walls, to slip away for her dear life. I briskly swim after her and try to capture her attention once again. Once she became interested again, I try to teach her how to tread water. I begin to explain to her, “As soon as you reach deep waters, and you can’t reach the wall or the stairs, you should call for help, but if no one's there, you will need to move your feet in a circle, as if you were riding a tricycle. And you will need to move your hands in a circle, as if you were, a whirl …show more content…
She glides through the water swimming freestyle; she kicks her legs and moves her tiny arms. The strong smell of bleach surrounds us, punching us in the face with the strong intoxicating smell. All we can hear is everyone shouting Emily’s name and her laughter filling the air. And as she swims we hear, “Go Emily!” The water started to slosh everywhere, becoming choppy. The goggles, I forgot to take off become foggy, but I soon forget about this because the only thing I see her emerald green eyes having the time of her life; she forgets her recent traumatizing experience and all that is left on her a face is a smile going from ear to ear; and a sense of pride and accomplishment, replaced the previous terror. This shining moment will influence her in ways the horror before never could; swimming will become a skill that she will benefit for the rest of her
You know you’re not supposed to go in the pool without me and especially not without your floaties,” I quickly scold her. She replies with her sassiest tone, “I don’t like my floaties.” We continue to talk and I agree to let her swim without her floaties, if I can teach her how to swim. As I try to show her the basics of swimming, she immediately loses interest. Emily, who’s a wild and spontaneous four year old, looks at me as if I pushed her in the pool myself. She swiftly grows fussy and holds on to the pools walls, to slip away for her dear life. I briskly swim after her and try to capture her attention once again. Once she became interested again, I try to teach her how to tread water. I begin to explain to her, “As soon as you reach deep waters, and you can’t reach the wall or the stairs, you should call for help, but if no one's there, you will need to move your feet in a circle, as if you were riding a tricycle. And you will need to move your hands in a circle, as if you were, a whirl …show more content…
She glides through the water swimming freestyle; she kicks her legs and moves her tiny arms. The strong smell of bleach surrounds us, punching us in the face with the strong intoxicating smell. All we can hear is everyone shouting Emily’s name and her laughter filling the air. And as she swims we hear, “Go Emily!” The water started to slosh everywhere, becoming choppy. The goggles, I forgot to take off become foggy, but I soon forget about this because the only thing I see her emerald green eyes having the time of her life; she forgets her recent traumatizing experience and all that is left on her a face is a smile going from ear to ear; and a sense of pride and accomplishment, replaced the previous terror. This shining moment will influence her in ways the horror before never could; swimming will become a skill that she will benefit for the rest of her