Water

      The way the waves hit the shore has always memorized me.  Or they way that the water ripples and splashes when someone cannonballs into the pool.  Even the way that you fill up a glass water slighty above the rim, before it goes cascading over the sides.  Water is incrediable.  The fludity of the clear, taste-less liquid is uncomparable.  Seventy-five percent of the world is made up of it, yet it never ceases to amaze me. 

    Swimming has always been a huge part of my life and my families life.  My dad and uncles were great swimmers and swam all through high school,  then my dad passed it on to me.  I can remember my dad taking me into the backyard and teaching my brother and I swim lessons every sunday morning.  We would go in shifts, first my brother, and then me, each for an hour .  Ever time we would master a skill or a stoke my dad would give us a little certificate stating our new level.  The begining stage was a tadpole, and then end was a dolphin.  There were about ten levels total, but neither my brother or I made it to the top one. 

     I then swam summer team for many years, but gave up after sixth grade.  So then, when ninth grade came around I needed a sport, becasue I did not want to take gym, so I took swiming.  I loved it, except there were a lot of strange people in there, so I focused mainly on myself and improving  my swimming.  I never was great at it, but I was thinking about varsity for sophomore year, but decided that I wanted to try out cross country instead.  I wish I would have stuck to swimming though, because I was much better at that than running.  Water a substance that has been part of my life for so many years, and I cannot imagine it not being there. However, as much as adore being in the water, I hate the taste of it.