I did my first stroke today, but after that I sank. Nevertheless, it was a good feeling – to know I can stroke. I also met a girl who was just like me – a sinker just now. It was good to laugh at ourselves and knowing we’re not alone (hey, maybe we should find other people and make a club. The Sinkers is a rather nifty name, isn’t it?). My usual instructor was away and we had another person, a really nice and funny girl. It was actually freezing in the pool just now, which did not help us at all.
Somehow learning my first stroke made me more enthusiastic and not giving up on swimming. I know I’m turning out to be an extremely slow learner, but the thing is I want to know how to swim! So, by hook or by crook, I will know how! It’s one of the basic life skills that my parents should have equip me with. But since they didn’t, I’m not going to hold it against them. It was good of them to consider..uh..I’m actually raking my brain for other lessons that my parents send me, too! Well, other than piano, I don’t think they did sent me anywhere else..oh, mental arithmetic..hmm..that was interesting.
Anyway, some things are meant to be difficult. My mom always said that if everything was meant to be easy, then that wouldn’t be much fun, would it? Where’s the challenge in life?
My mom: the best optimistic-philosopher ever.