The afternoon air is sweltering as I do a cannonball and make a volcanic splash in the diving pool. I can feel the goosebumps on my arms expand like cones on an evergreen as I sink down into the frigid, dark, ominous water. I am taking my Junior Life Saver test, and I need to save my instructor from drowning. I am terrified that I won't be able to capture the flailing instructor properly and swim her to the side of the pool.
What was my mother thinking when she signed me up for this? My mother doesn't even know how to swim!
Somehow, I am able to succeed in passing, but the summer is almost ruined by my fear of failing the written and physical test of rescuing a "drowning" person.
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