alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
alpaca princess

Swimming Geese

It was raining today as I left the office. Raining quite a lot. I zipped up my briefcase and held it over my head, feeling very European. My hair stayed dry, but my pants were mostly soaked. I tried to run, but it was difficult in my cute but ill-fitting shiny reddish shoes.

As I drove out of the parking lot, I saw a whole gaggle of geese huddled under a tree. Come on guys, you're GEESE! You spend your whole day SWIMMING IN WATER!

Just at lunch I'd seen them all swimming in the pond, two diving with their tail-feathers sticking straight up into the air. But now they're sheltering from the rain?

But that brings back a memory. When I was very young I took a diving class at the local swimming pool. I was the littlest kid in the class, fearless, willing and eager to try anything. They were teaching us to do a back-dive, and I hopped right up on the board to give it a try. I did something wrong, still not sure what or how -- but I fell and landed on the edge of the diving-board on my back, scraping skin off a lot of my back as I slid into the water. Hurt and stunned, I had to be rescued from the water by my teacher.

From that day forward, I had learned to be afraid. I didn't want to try any more diving. But my mom made me continue going to class, every single lesson until the season was over. I occasionally did a few of the easier dives, but I was afraid to try the harder stuff or anything new. I remember spending day after day watching the other kids learning, afraid to try, huddling under the diving board on mornings with light rain. In my memory, it was always raining.

Wearing a bathing suit, wet from swimming, sheltering from the rain.

Silly goose.

I think my mom was hoping I'd "climb back on the horse" so to speak and conquer my fear. But I didn't conquer it that summer; I just wasted a lot of miserable time watching other kids learn how to dive. It wasn't until years later that I took another diving class and more-or-less got over the fear, or at least learned to work through it. I even got fairly good at back-dives.

But I'm still a little afraid of them.

Actually most "flinging yourself upside down and backwards" types of tricks scare me to some degree -- back handsprings, and back flips on the trampoline. Hm, even front handsprings on the vault, come to think of it.

Not that I've done much of any of those things recently! Maybe a few handsprings back when I visited simplykimberly and her trampoline.
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