Reanna

After I completed level one, I moved on to levels two and three, and completed them with just as much success. It turned out that I was an excellent swimmer. Not only was I no longer afraid of the water, I was now able to dive and do every stoke, including the butterfly! I felt like this was by far the greatest accomplishment I had achieved in life.

During those swimming lesson days, my mother would often say to me “When you’re sixteen you should be a lifeguard and tea

At the end of my junior year of high school, I somehow found it within myself to sign up for life saving classes at the YMCA. The class was eight weeks long and much more difficult for me then the swimming lessons I took as a child. At times I felt like quitting because it was so hard. In the end I made it through and got my lifeguard certification. I was so excited one would have thought I was graduating from Harvard or Yale!

That summer I got a job life guarding at the same pool I took swimming lessons at when I was young. I loved every aspect of the job, it really was perfect. I got a nice tan, free food, and I was the one in the chair who was responsible for everyone’s life; but the best aspect was that head life guard, Travis, was the guy I’d had a crush on since my freshman year of high school. One day after work I asked the manager if anyone taught swimming lessons. To my disappointment she said “Yes, Travis teaches them.” Travis, had worked there for six years, and had been teaching swimming lessons for three of them. I didn’t feel I had a chance, and was really disappointed.

When the first day of swimming lessons finally arrived, I was as nervous as I was at my first swimming lesson. We were teaching a level one class, so all of the kids were six or seven years old, and most of them looked more nervous than I was. After we completed our stretches, and everybody introduced themselves, we got in the water. To my surprise three of the little kids started to cry, I didn’t understand why. Travis and I were nice to them, and they could stand in the two feet of water we were in. After I tried to comfort them, and finally sent them to their mothers, I thought back to how I felt and acted when I was six years old, and then I understood. They were just young, and scared, it was normal for children to act this way. Somehow I made it through the first day, and although I hated to admit it, Travis was right. Teaching little kids how to swim wa

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