Swimming, drowning and balls....might offend some

Swimming, drowning and balls....might offend some

Pool in Newcastle

Water woggle

Pool + water woggle = Fun. Pool - water woggle = disaster

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I can swim......with a water woggle.

I have been taking swimming lessons, for SOME time now, and i am still very much attached to my woggle. It has become a part of me when i'm in the pool. It's my best friend in the pool, with it, i can do the breast stroke (the only technique i know actually). With it, i can finally experience the joy of (almost) swimming. Without it, i sink ungracefully like a canon ball...

In an effort to wean myself off this sacred woggle, i went to the pool today. No woggles or float this time. After an extremely long time attempting to swim, i decided to go for it. No more staying at the edge of the pool. Let instinct takes its course..instead of trying to swim to the edge of the pool which i can grab hold of, i swam from the edge of the pool.

And i sank...nearly drowned, seriously. I now know how it feels like to drown, i panicked big time. It's so unreal now, but it was extremely frightening then. I could have just stood up, the pool was shallow, but somehow my legs could not find the bottom of the pool, i could not feel a surface underneath me. There was nothing i could stand on, although in reality there was. What else can i do, i panicked..i'm going to die here. My head went blank, i just wanted air, i wanted to scream help! but my head could not break through the surface of the water. I was swallowing and breathing water into my lungs, i could not open my eyes, my mouth. There was no more logic, I was praying for the life guard, where was he?? I need HELP, i'm drowning...will some one please save me..

I need to grab hold of anything. And then there it was, my hand did grab hold of something, the lifeguard is finally here and i'm safe, i'm holding on to his hand. My head broke through the water and i took a very precious breath of air and looked at my saviour. It was not the life guard, it was an ordinary swimmer resting at the other edge of the pool, and it was not his hand i was holding....it was his swimming trunks.

And god knows what i was clinging on for that few seconds before. Why do these things always happen to me??

At least i'm still alive, and i'm still determined to learn how to swim. No more balls though, please.