Certain situations make me nervous, and my first swimming lesson was no exception. After I changed into my bathing suit in the locker room, I stood timidly alongside the pool. I was patiently waiting for my instructor Mrs. Flax and my classmates to arrive. After a few moments, Mrs. Flax came over smiling and presented herself while two more students joined the group. Although my classmates were more mature than I they showed no embarrassment upon their face for learning how to swim at their age, allowing me to feel more confident about myself tackling this obstacle.
We got into the pool, and the teacher had us put on brightly colored water wings to help us stay afloat. One of the other students, Ashley, had already taken the beginning class once before, so she took a kickboard and went splashing off by herself. Josh and I were instructed to grasp the side of the pool to learn the breaststroke. Our instructor told each of us to clutch a kickboard while she towed it through the water. Josh was travelling by his lonesome rapidly across the pool. However, the process was challenging for me but my instructor had a great deal of patience. That night I fell into my bed exhausted pondering about my fears subsiding.
After a few more weeks when I seemed to have caught on with my legs, she taught me the arm strokes. Now I had two things to concentrate on, my arms and my legs. I felt hopelessly uncoordinated. Sooner than I imagined, however, things began to feel “right”