My First Swimming Experience

When I was about 6 years-old, my family and I moved to South Carolina. We lived there for about 3 years. I loved my neighborhood because I had two really good friends that lived just across the street from me. There was also a playground in the neighborhood that I liked to visit frequently. My brothers and I would take the short trips to the playgound on our bigwheels. There were also a couple of ponds in my neighborhood that my dad would take us to go fishing. Everyone in the neighborhood was friendly and willing to lend a helping hand. That was the first house that I lived in that had a swimming pool. When we first moved into the house, we just had a huge backyard to play in, but eventually we replaced the trampoline with something more cool and refreshing that everyone could enjoy. I remember the day the guys came to start digging in the ground to get it ready for the pool. I would sit in the screened-in porch wide-eyed watching their every move. When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the simplest things. Then the big day came when the pool was finally ready. I saw the water in the pool and wanted to go in so bad, even though I had not yet learned how to swim. When I first began "swimming" I always stayed on the steps of the pool with my floaties on each arm. The first time I learned how to swim was actually on my own. Everybody had gone inside, and I was all alone outside. I wanted to defeat my fear, so I slid the floaties off and slid off the stairs into the deeper water (which was only 3-4 ft). Suprisingly it was not as hard as I thought it be. I was so thrilled and excited that I had gotten over my fear and was actually swimming. Me being able to swim and not being afraid meant that I could have more fun with my friends and my brothers in the pool. I could play the games that they did and do all the flips and cannon balls I wanted to. Ever since then, swimming has always been one of my favorite activities.