I walked to the top of the slide, and then under the guidance of the staff, my hands crossed on my shoulders. Under the gentle push of the staff, I slipped down the slide with water. In the process, my heart has been pounding. I am afraid that I will eventually fall into the water and can't get out. My body became more rigid because of fear. I don't know how long it took. I suddenly rushed into the pool under the slide at a steep angle. I let out a cry and closed my eyes. Then I drank a lot of water, and suddenly a voice popped up in my heart, "It's over, I'm dead." Then, during my desperate struggle, several hands pulled me out of the water. When my head came out of the water, I exhaled, and I was too scared to speak for a long time. My classmates said I was pale and they were afraid.
Since then, I have been more afraid of water. No matter who advised me to go into the water, I wouldn't go because I was too scared. Therefore, I didn't learn to swim later, which was totally unacceptable.
Two years ago, because my daughter wanted to swim, I accompanied her to get a card for safety. Although I can't swim, I'm also afraid of water. But I still have to put her in my sight, so that I can rest assured. My daughter used to go swimming at that time, and I followed her into the water. For safety, the floating board never left my hand. I ran after her with a floating board. When I meet the parents of children who play together, I always ask the same question, "You must learn to swim, or you will get a card for nothing." I said, "I'm afraid of water and I can't learn." In this way, two years later, my daughter has been able to swim with ease in the water, and I have been fluttering with the floating board for two years.
One day, my daughter asked me to be her student and she taught me to swim. To cultivate her interest in swimming, I agreed. Under her "guidance" and "request", I gradually learned to hold my breath, kick, breathe, paddle and so on.
Suddenly one day, I had a rest and my daughter went to school. On a whim, I want to go to the water. In the water, I thought about the movements my daughter taught me. I slowly tried to get off the floating board and swam a few meters at a time. I was very excited. Can I swim again? With this little excitement, my heart suddenly saw a little light in the dark. I continued to feel the buoyancy brought by water with my heart, and gradually got a little feeling with my daughter's formula. But I still can't let go, but it also inspires my fighting spirit.
With such fighting spirit, I started a month of underwater practice. As long as I have a rest, I try my best to find time to go swimming. Slowly, my progress is getting bigger and bigger, and I am getting braver and braver. I have also explored some ways to protect myself. You don't need a floating board to practice swimming these times, and you can swim more easily every time. Although it is not a standard movement, I can swim, and I actually broke through myself.
Every time I recall the process of practicing swimming, I will think of my inner refusal to accept the challenge. It turns out that it's not that I can't. It's my lack of confidence that sets a limit for myself.
If you are not confident, you will set limits for yourself, so don't set limits for yourself easily. As long as you want to do it, it's only a matter of time before you try to achieve it.