As one of the judge was about to call out the second place in the National Swimming Contest, held in Dallas, I started to feel mixed emotions running all over my body. Then, she said, â€œThe second place is for Adriana Lopez with two minutes and forty eight seconds,â€ tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I immediately swiveled around to see my parentsâ€™ faces filled with happiness. When I walked out of the swimming pool with a shining silver medal hanging around my neck, I felt relieved and proud of myself.
Since the first grade, I was interested in swimming because my family and I always went to my oldest brotherâ€™s swimming contests. He usually earned a medal. Sometimes I would find myself dreaming about winning a medal and seeing all the people smiling and clapping at me with enthusiasm. My dad decided to enroll me in swimming classes after school. My teacher, Coach Meyer, a tall, good-looking, well-built taught me my first lessons. He always had a whistle and a stopwatch hanging around his neck. Coach Meyer liked to encourage his students to do better each day and never give up. As I entered the swimming pool for the first time, I saw a lot of children with their swimsuit ready to learn. I was scared. Unlike the other kids, I was afraid because I had always a fear of drowning and nobody being able to help me. But I knew if I wanted to be like my brother, I had to overcome my fear. Since the first time I enrolled in swimming classes until fifth grade, I trained hard and always did my best.
One day as I was getting ready to practice as usual, my coach came up to me and told me that I was selected to compete in a national swimming contest in two months. Two people came that day to watch me and see if I was qualified for that competition. I could not contain my feelings of anxiety, excitement, and nervousness when I heard that I was going to be sent to a training cen