My Most Terrifying Memory

My father started to teach me how to swim when I was seven years old. He told me that swimming is good for your lungs and is a great way to build up your muscles. Every weekend, my father always brought me to the Woodlands Swimming Complex. He had taught me the basics on how to float, the basics of breath stroke and the basics of freestyles. When I got used to it, my father started to bring me to deeper pools to swim to conquer my fears. After a few months, my father signed me up for a swimming competition. It was a breath stroke swimming competition. My father signed me up for the competition not to win anything but to make me exposed to different things and different competitions. I felt really nervous because the pool was quite deep and I feel pressured as all the other competitors seem to be strong and fit. I was one of the youngest competitors in the competition. My father told me that I would swim fine and that it is going to be alright and that I did not have to win anything. When it is my turn to swim, I had a good start but suddenly, when I am reaching the second final twenty-five meter lap, I suddenly stopped swimming and drowned. I panicked and all the water went into my mouth and I couldn’t breathe. Then, I was deep inside the swimming pool and blacked out. When I woke up, a lifeguard and my father was beside while the other spectators were looking at me in shock. I was lucky to be alive. The lifeguard said that I did not have any meal and I did not have enough energy to swim. It caused me to become tired and weak and I did not have much strength to swim so I drowned. Now, I am still an active swimmer but I learnt to take care of myself and always take a meal at least one or two hours before I do any physical activities so that I could have enough energy to do any physical activities.