A story written at age ten.
When I had my first swimming lesson I was very scared of the water. Oh boy, I was shivering a lot. My mother tricked me by taking me to a fairly deep stream. We took a drink and suddenly she jumped in and swam to the other side. Surely I would not like to lose my mother. I got stiff as ever. Slowly my mother went around and came close. Then she pushed me in. I heard a loud noise like thumping. I began drifting down stream so I tried killing the water, but instead of killing it I was really swimming. Now I am king of the hard stuff as well as the watery stuff. I think I am the greatest.
That, is hilarious. I remember writing stories like that. wait. I still do!
WHat a perspective. Can we capture the youth and innocence of all the ten year olds?
What a treasure that story is. You are the king!
Yes, the days of innocence can teach us lots. Am I still that confident little boy?
chuckle, chuckle!
“Killing the water” is the best original description of learning to swim that shall ever be written. I am sure you have killed many other fears since them and you can’t be too far from being the “greatest” still!
Great story for ten years old. Sometimes I find things I wrote in my youth and find myself recollecting details of certain times I had long forgotten.
Oh, wow. So sweet and innocent. You’re so lucky you kept it.
Adorable.
Ha! How brave of you…! I love it darlin’…
At first I thought it was not too wise of your mother to push you in–but at the end, you say “I think I am the greatest.” Any kid who can say that must be pretty well-adjusted!
Wow. This story so clearly shows the connection between the language of poetry and the language of childhood. Just a few well placed line breaks and this is a terrific poem.
Antonia- seeing your name here made me grin from ear to ear! What a neat way of seeing that connection between childhood and poetry!