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, "The second place is for Adriana Lopez with two minutes and forty eight seconds, tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I immediately swiveled around to see my parents' 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 brother'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 swims