Swimming

Sliding my little feet onto the metal steps i had never been so nervous before. My feet were soon to touch the cold and  dark body of water, something i had been dreading for longer than any of the other campers. Slowly making my way into the mysterious liquid of the lake, i prayed my feet wouldn't touch the seaweed resting at the bottom of what i wished was warm sand. At our best efforts in attempting to stay afloat, my friends and I were in this together. It was the annual swimming test at Long Lake summer camp, we all had to pass if we wanted do any water activities. I saw our lifeguard bring his red tool to his lips, and i knew it was time to show my skills. Swimming back and fourth from dock to dock as fast as i could in my one-peice, i was sure i impressed. Next, we all had to tred water for 3 minutes. I could feel my body getting closer and closer to the bottom, my biggest fear of all. As I could not hold myself up as high, my foot reached the leaches and sea monsters i knew were at the bottom of the lake. I let out a scream, but was determined to finish my swimming test. The water may not have been remotely close to paradise, or even close to clear water swimming at all. In fact, my experience was probably more dreadful than anything else. Regardless of how painful feeling the seaweed on my feet was that day, what mattered was that i passed the aiming test.