Me n my SWIMMING hiSTORY

I was passing by n saw this particular Post which took me back to my school days. I was 7yrs old then n my dad, whose hobby is to swim, enrolled us(me n my sis) for classes. On the first day I was so excited that I almost jumped into the pool. But slowly I started losing interest and in turn I got scared of swimming because of our coach. And classes were not just for that month, my dad who understood that I am scared of it, wants me to get rid of that fear. So he took us year after year, every summer. I started building up my hatred in addition to fear towards it. After two summers, in-spite of my sincere struggles to stop him from enrolling me again, I was there in pool, crying. I made an excuse, ran into the washroom and locked myself up. After few minutes when my sister came to call me, I said I will be there in 2 minutes and asked her to leave. When she came back after few more minutes, I acted as if the bolt got stuck. Not knowing what to do, she called my dad. In a few minutes I heard many voices from outside asking me to do things, try pulling the door in , try this, try that. I felt kinda funny and scared at the same time. What if my dad finds out that it isn't true, (he dint. Not till today ;) ).

 Later a man working there went back of those changing rooms and started suggesting things from the ventilator. Well, then I had to stop acting. I slowly opened the door and stepped out, knees shaking. The first thing happened before I could utter any word was, my father had hit me hard on my face and the floor being all wet, I slipped and fell. Then he directly took me to the deeper side of the pool (9 feet depth) and insisted me on swimming there -2 laps nonstop, which I did.   That night on my way home, I still remember seeing tears in his eyes. He then bought me chocolates and ice-cream.

To my surprise, I found myself willing to swim from the next day. It is now my favourite hobby. I had even participated in a few competitions. I owe it all to my dad.  :) :) :)