My childhood Story

When I was little I had panic of the water. I went to swimming classes and it was terrible; I thought there was an aquatic monster, and also I thought it could eat me! When I was very little, one, two years old, I didn’t like the water and my father sulked because I cried all the time.

There begins the story; when I was four or five I moved to Melianta, Fontcoberta, before that, I lived in Brunyola, la Selva. It was summer and I met people in a summer school, the best friend that I met was Joel (now he is also a very good friend). He could swim and loved swim in summer, but I couldn’t swim because I didn’t like the water. The first day that we went to the swimming pool, Joel was in the water; then I ran and I jumped into the water and the panic disappeared, but then my father ran to me to me and caught me in the water; it was a very impressive experience, but I can’t remember very well.