I look up from the pool, puffing and panting, my lungs screaming for oxygen, legs still treading deep water. The humourless trainer looks down, all powerful, ready to bark more instructions. "Now. 10 more laps of freestyle stroke. And keep your head down" I sink mentally and physically whilst looking at the other lanes. A steady stream of fast moving swimmers flash by, almost creating a slipstream like a group of cyclists. Im not cut out for this I think to myself. Look at those kids! They must have had water births!
I'm 10 years old. Ive decided to try my luck with the local swimming squad. This is my first and last day with them. But please don't call me a quitter!
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