Swimming Sports
1.The pools-Nervous
2.The race-Nervous
3.The result-Proud
Nervously trotting to a herd of cheering children. Flags swaying in the gusty wind. Red, green, Blue, Yellow yip that's my house. I sat down on the solid surface. Waiting patiently for my race. Sweltering sun making my skin turn red. Sliding across the compact tarmac to take shelter from the flaming sun. 10 year old boy’s 1 length freestyle. That’s me. I traipsed to the wooden seat. Waiting I strolled up onto the starting stand. Am I reading.
Butterflies fluttering in my tummy. On your marks, get set, go!. I soared through the air like a fierce falcon and through the transparent water. Observing around under water. They were catching up. So I swam as swift as I could go. Children cheering and parents shouting. Nearly at the finish. I gripped onto the the finish.
By Tyde
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