Fear of the Water Essay -- Personal Narrative Writing

It was three weeks before my trio birthday. The razor sharp dividing line seemed to laugh at my winter coat, gloves, and hat. My Mother was pushing me along in a stroller at Carson Park. Walking briskly along the consortium trail to keep warm, hiding that she did not want to be there. She knew that I loved to come look at the pond in the winter, and she braved the hold because of my birthday. I looked up with my curious eyes, trying to figure out why it was that the ducks left in the winter, why the water supply looked hard, and how people walked on the water like in the Bible. My Mother and I braved the weather for a altogether day on the pond, and as the evening came, we decided to make our focus home. She thought it would be nice if we took the long way out of the greens and cross the bridge, and I couldnt be more grateful, water hypnotised me. As we crossed the bridge, my world came to a halt. A group of crows cater on a dead carcass scattered over my head. A military man was standing on the other side of the bridge, with a smart piece of metal in his hand. I didnt understand, but my ma knew that we were in danger, she knew what he held was a natural language.LubDUB. My heart screamed out. I knew something was wrong now. The man yelled and screamed word that I had never heard. My Mother secured herself as a barrier between the man and me. His black eyes met my confused excite eyes.Dont hurt my mommy I screamed.There was no reaction, no movement. The only sound was the crows cawing below. Then the man said, How would you like to stool a swim, in a quaint, barely audible voice.For a severalise abet there was no movement, and then the man lunged at my Mother, and with the knife at her neck tipped me into the pond. I felt as if ... ...need occupation quite yet. There would be plenty of breathing after this make out My competitor and I seemed to slam our hands into the wall simultaneously. I didnt know who won. I looked at the score board. Looked at the scoreboard and it read, Lane3 SwimmerMeier,usa TIME44.9 Place1. Victory.That was the first race of the rest of my life. In my junior year, my third year of high school, I was defeated by the member of the Greenwich Black Crows, but I still received third place in the state. Exactly three years after my second place performance earned me a spot on a collegiate swim team, it was me on the podium at trials. My victory wasnt over my competitors, but the water, the water that beat me so many time before, it came down to a 43 second race in the Olympic trials and the three elements, one hydrogen, two oxygen, that I battled for so long.