I grew up near the coast, but for most of my childhood I was terrified of the water. While my older brother swam confidently in the sea every summer, I stayed on the sand building castles and watching from a safe distance. She said it was important for safety, especially living so close to the sea.
My first lesson was at the local pool on a Tuesday evening. The instructor, a tall woman called Beth, could see straight away that I was nervous. She told me we would take things very slowly and that there was no pressure to put my head under water.
For the first three weeks, I stayed in the shallow end, just getting used to the feeling of being in the water. Gradually, I began to relax. I started to enjoy the way the water held me up, and I stopped gripping the side of the pool so tightly.
By the sixth lesson, I could swim a full length of the pool without stopping. She said she had never seen anyone improve so quickly, and I felt incredibly proud of myself.
That summer, for the first time ever, I went into the sea with my brother. The waves were small, and the water was warm. My brother couldn't believe it. He said it was about time, and we spent the whole afternoon swimming together.
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1When I was twelve, my mother finally insisted that I take swimming lessons
2Beth often held my hand so I felt safe, and she never rushed me
3My brother had learned to swim when he was only four years old
4I walked in slowly until the water reached my chest, and then I swam
5The pool was closed for repairs during most of the summer
6She spoke to me calmly and asked me what I was most afraid of
7Beth was amazed at how much progress I had made
8I decided that swimming was not for me and stopped going to lessons