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It was so fun! I hit the water I screamed. I cried. I kicked. I felt a bump. I hit the bottom. I screamed. Nothing, just bubbles. My head started swimming. I started seeing black. I opened my mouth. I just got water. I woke up coughing and spurting water out of my mouth. This was my first experience with pools. I was at Jonathan Kutasov and Jacob Mazzerella's kindergarten birthday. In first grade I said," Mommy! Mommy! COME! I want to leave Lab. I don't want to go swimming and in 3rd grade we have swimming in gym. Can I switch to Ray? Please?" "Benji that is silly. You are not going to leave Lab. You will eventually learn how to swim," my mom said. That same year I took a swimming class because I was afraid of the water and I knew I needed to learn how to swim eventually. So I took a class at Ratner Gym. I was mover up from the very elementary group, to the beginner group, mostly because of my age. The kids in the very elementary class were much younger than I was. The instructor told me to jump in but I was afraid of the water, so I said, "NO!" The instructor then tried to encourage me to go in the water. I would not do it. So the instructor took the issue to my mom. My mom asked me if I want to do it and I said, "NO!" She tried to convince me but she saw how scared I was, so she let me be. And that was the end of that swimming class. The next year, my mom asked me if I wanted to Adventure Kids Camp at Lab that summer. The camp had field trips every Tuesday and Thursday, BUT the camp also included swimming every day (which my mom didn't tell me about)-so I said yes because it sounded fun. Once the time came they took our group to the swimming pool at the Lab pool. For the first week-I did Adventure Kids for three weeks-I kept saying my stomach hurt so I couldn't go into the pool. The counselor then told my mom that I wasn't swimming. She then told the counselor that I was afraid of swimming and it would be good if they could teach me. For the rest of Adventure Kids I was forced to go into the pool. I hated it! Of all pools to learn to swim in, the Lab School pool was probably the worst! IT is very cold, which made me not just afraid but freezing too! So for the next two weeks, I did not want to go into the pool because it was very cold and I was still scared of the water. I took swimming lessons that summer after Adventure Kids was over. I took them on Tuesdays and Thursdays. At first we did the lessons at UIC pool. I didn't like my first instructor, but then I had an instructor named Amber, and another one named John, and both of them were very nice. John was especially good. During the summer, the lessons switched to a city pool near Hyde Park. Luckily, John kept teaching me after the switch. I still didn't like swimming very much, but at least I was sort of learning how to swim, and I was little less scared of the water. I took those swimming lessons for the summer and we were going to keep it up but we never followed up on it because my schedule got too busy. By then I could do a basic front crawl and I could do the hand motion for breaststroke. But I was still dreading third grade because I had swimming. I survived swimming in third grade, although I was on of the worst swimmers in the class. Since I am pretty good at sports, I wasn't used to being one of the kids who wasn't as good. Then during the summer before fourth grade I made a big step in the right direction: jumping off the one-meter board. I jumped off the one-meter board in Germany at a water park called Aqua Fun. It is a five-minute walk from my grandparents' house. I was very scared when I was walking up the stairs to the one-meter board. I almost walked back but I had the determination to jump. But I didn't jump. I walked, right off the board and into the water. I felt the cold water nipping my face. I felt regret. I wondered 'what if I drown'. I started panicking. I began to claw at the water. What if I can't get out I thought... What if? What if? What if I can't? I felt the surface of water break above my head. At that exact moment I knew I had gotten over my fear of water and I felt a surge of accomplishment and relief. Then just this summer I went to the same water park. Nothing really changed. A mini-gold course was erected right next to the water park. Otherwise there was not a difference. I decided that I should jump off the three-meter board. I walked over to the three-meter board. I watched somebody jump off the five-meter board. Wow! I will never be able to do that, I thought. I climbed up the stairs to the three and walked on the board. I looked down. I couldn't do it. I started walking back. Then I looked up at the five. I got off the three-meter board and started climbing up the five-meter instead. I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked until I finally got to the end of the board. I looked down. Wow that was high. What if I slipped and fell? What if the water was not deep enough? What if? What If? WHAT IF...? I walked back to the end. I felt the same surge of determination. I ran and jumped. I felt the air going 100 mph past me. I was scared. I hit the water. I went 10 feet under! What if I can't get up? My head bobbed up. I did it! I DID IT! I have been sailing every summer since the summer going into fifth grade. Given how scared I was of swimming before, it is hard to believe that I like to sail at all. I sail at a sailing camp at Belmont Harbor. We sail with little boats-Bugs and Prams. Bugs are slower then Prams and they are a beginning class. Just this year I became a Pram and it was really fun. We got to go about one mile out on the lake in a boat all by ourselves Since I liked that so much I did two three-hour lessons with my camp counselor once camp was over. One day it was really wavy and windy, two-foot waves and 15-20 nautical miles of wind (a knot is a little bit bigger then a mile). And so I had to "hike". Hiking is when your body is hanging off the boat and only your ankles are in the boat! One time a big wave came and splashed all over me! It felt refreshing given I was in the hot sun for so long. The reason that conquering my fear of water changed my life because I can do all sorts things now that I wouldn't be able to do if I was still afraid. For example, I might not still be at Lab, I wouldn't be able to go to many camps because most camps include swimming. I also would not be able to go sailing or go to a water park. Conquering my fear of swimming changed me because I would have a whole different life if I did not go to Lab. It also changed me because I would be a whole different person if I was still scared of swimming.
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              It was so fun! I hit the water I screamed. I cried. I kicked. I felt a bump. I hit the bottom. I screamed. Nothing, just bubbles. My head started swimming. I started seeing black. I opened my mouth. I just got water. I woke up coughing and spurting water out of my mouth. This was my first experience with pools. I was at Jonathan Kutasov and Jacob Mazzerella's kindergarten birthday.
             
             
              In first grade I said," Mommy! Mommy! COME! I want to leave Lab. I don't want to go swimming and in 3rd grade we have swimming in gym. Can I switch to Ray? Please? "
             
              "Benji that is silly. You are not going to leave Lab. You will eventually learn how to swim," my mom said.
             
              That same year I took a swimming class because I was afraid of the water and I knew I needed to learn how to swim eventually. So I took a class at Ratner Gym. I was mover up from the very elementary group, to the beginner group, mostly because of my age. The kids in the very elementary class were much younger than I was. The instructor told me to jump in but I was afraid of the water, so I said, "NO! " The instructor then tried to encourage me to go in the water. I would not do it. So the instructor took the issue to my mom. My mom asked me if I want to do it and I said, "NO! " She tried to convince me but she saw how scared I was, so she let me be. And that was the end of that swimming class.
             
              The next year, my mom asked me if I wanted to Adventure Kids Camp at Lab that summer. The camp had field trips every Tuesday and Thursday, BUT the camp also included swimming every day (which my mom didn't tell me about)-so I said yes because it sounded fun. Once the time came they took our group to the swimming pool at the Lab pool. For the first week-I did Adventure Kids for three weeks-I kept saying my stomach hurt so I couldn't go into the pool. The counselor then told my mom that I wasn't swimming. She then told the counselor that I was afraid of swimming and it would be good if they could teach me.
             
              For the rest of Adventure Kids I was forced to go into the pool. I hated it! Of all pools to learn to swim in, the Lab School pool was probably the worst! IT is very cold, which made me not just afraid but freezing too! So for the next two weeks, I did not want to go into the pool because it was very cold and I was still scared of the water.
             
              I took swimming lessons that summer after Adventure Kids was over. I took them on Tuesdays and Thursdays. At first we did the lessons at UIC pool. I didn't like my first instructor, but then I had an instructor named Amber, and another one named John, and both of them were very nice. John was especially good. During the summer, the lessons switched to a city pool near Hyde Park. Luckily, John kept teaching me after the switch. I still didn't like swimming very much, but at least I was sort of learning how to swim, and I was little less scared of the water.
             
              I took those swimming lessons for the summer and we were going to keep it up but we never followed up on it because my schedule got too busy. By then I could do a basic front crawl and I could do the hand motion for breaststroke. But I was still dreading third grade because I had swimming. I survived swimming in third grade, although I was on of the worst swimmers in the class. Since I am pretty good at sports, I wasn't used to being one of the kids who wasn't as good.
             
              Then during the summer before fourth grade I made a big step in the right direction: jumping off the one-meter board. I jumped off the one-meter board in Germany at a water park called Aqua Fun. It is a five-minute walk from my grandparents' house. I was very scared when I was walking up the stairs to the one-meter board. I almost walked back but I had the determination to jump. But I didn't jump. I walked, right off the board and into the water. I felt the cold water nipping my face. I felt regret. I wondered 'what if I drown'. I started panicking. I began to claw at the water. What if I can't get out I thought. . . What if? What if? What if I can't? I felt the surface of water break above my head. At that exact moment I knew I had gotten over my fear of water and I felt a surge of accomplishment and relief.
             
              Then just this summer I went to the same water park. Nothing really changed. A mini-gold course was erected right next to the water park. Otherwise there was not a difference. I decided that I should jump off the three-meter board. I walked over to the three-meter board. I watched somebody jump off the five-meter board. Wow! I will never be able to do that, I thought. I climbed up the stairs to the three and walked on the board. I looked down. I couldn't do it. I started walking back. Then I looked up at the five. I got off the three-meter board and started climbing up the five-meter instead. I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked until I finally got to the end of the board. I looked down. Wow that was high. What if I slipped and fell? What if the water was not deep enough? What if? What If? WHAT IF. . . ? I walked back to the end. I felt the same surge of determination. I ran and jumped. I felt the air going 100 mph past me. I was scared. I hit the water. I went 10 feet under! What if I can't get up? My head bobbed up. I did it! I DID IT!
             
              I have been sailing every summer since the summer going into fifth grade. Given how scared I was of swimming before, it is hard to believe that I like to sail at all. I sail at a sailing camp at Belmont Harbor. We sail with little boats-Bugs and Prams. Bugs are slower then Prams and they are a beginning class. Just this year I became a Pram and it was really fun. We got to go about one mile out on the lake in a boat all by ourselves
             
              Since I liked that so much I did two three-hour lessons with my camp counselor once camp was over. One day it was really wavy and windy, two-foot waves and 15-20 nautical miles of wind (a knot is a little bit bigger then a mile). And so I had to "hike". Hiking is when your body is hanging off the boat and only your ankles are in the boat! One time a big wave came and splashed all over me! It felt refreshing given I was in the hot sun for so long.
             
              The reason that conquering my fear of water changed my life because I can do all sorts things now that I wouldn't be able to do if I was still afraid. For example, I might not still be at Lab, I wouldn't be able to go to many camps because most camps include swimming. I also would not be able to go sailing or go to a water park.
             
              Conquering my fear of swimming changed me because I would have a whole different life if I did not go to Lab. It also changed me because I would be a whole different person if I was still scared of swimming.
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