The first time I swam was because I was born a "landlubber" so I couldn't swim, but when I saw other people having fun swimming, it made my heart itch. I also wanted to have a good swim.

"Son, do you want to go swimming?" Dad said happily when he saw me.

As soon as I heard this, I was listless and worried about being bored. Now I immediately ran to my father and started talking: "The weather is nice today. (As he spoke, he turned his head to the side and twirled his fingers again, pretending to be natural) That's right.

Where do you want to go swimming?" "Stop talking nonsense, let's go right here." Dad pulled me into the car.

After a while, we arrived at a one-hectare artificial lake.

Wow! It’s a huge crowd and many people are swimming!

My father and I went to the shore and took off our clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear.

Dad's swimming skills are good and he jumped into the water with a "plop!" Although I was a "landlubber", I still got into the water.

Huh?

Fortunately, the water is shallow and I can step on it to the bottom.

Dad called me over and he taught me how to swim.

I walked over and my father hugged my waist and taught me to use my hands to push the water toward my abdomen, then stand up straight, and use my feet to tread the water like walking.

After several exercises, I finally figured out some skills. I stepped on the water with my feet and paddled the water with my hands.

But I always have insufficient endurance and can only float for more than 10 seconds.

"Don't be discouraged and take your time." Dad supported me and said.

"You have to learn to swim from floating on the water." I started training again.

"Hurry up with your right foot, that's right." Dad said while teaching me.

Ah, I can't stand it anymore. I'm exhausted and sink.

Dad pulled me up and said, "You should go back when you are tired!" Then I reluctantly went back.

I will definitely know how to swim. With the first foundation, I don’t believe I can’t practice like you!

The first time I swam. Even now, the scene of my first swim still lingers in my mind.

It was the summer vacation of 2004. In order to let me get better exercise, my father took me to the swimming pool.

Entering the lobby, passing through the locker room and arriving at the swimming pool.

Originally, I thought swimming was extremely easy, so I jumped into the water without even thinking about whether I should wear a swimming ring or not.

Suddenly, water poured into my nose and mouth. I struggled desperately. My eyes were black because I hadn't breathed in oxygen for a long time, and fear took over my mind. When I felt my feet touch the bottom of the pool, I felt a strong desire to escape.

Controlling me, I pushed hard with my feet and floated to the surface. I took a sharp breath and suddenly felt much more comfortable.

But the body still sank to the bottom of the pond. Fortunately, an uncle picked him up.

At this time, my father came over and asked me if I was okay.

I had just rested for a while, and my father wanted me to go into the water again, but I was clamoring to go home because I was afraid.

But my father found a swimming ring, put it on me, picked me up, and put me in the water.

With the help of the swimming ring, I didn't sink, but I was still afraid of holding on to the swimming ring like at the beginning.

After a while, with my father's encouragement, I let go of the swimming ring and boldly started to play in the water. My father saw it and smiled knowingly.

Then, I paddled my hands like a frog, rowed to the edge of the pool, grabbed the surrounding steel rings, took off the swimming ring and started practicing kicking (taught by a coach). The kicking seemed simple, but it was actually very strenuous.

After practicing for a while, I got good at pedaling.

Then I practiced the movements on my hands. In this way, I finally mastered the breaststroke movements.

After the practice session, the coach held my belly and asked me to do some movements. Who knows, the coach let go of his hand at some point.

But I was still swimming. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the coach's hand in my stomach. I looked back and saw the coach was behind me, smiling at me.

For a moment, my heart panicked, my hands and feet became confused, and I sank.

Fortunately, he was pulled up by the coach in time and was spared the bad luck of drinking water again.

I saw my father walking up to me and said, "Look, this is all done, don't panic, huh?" I nodded.

Put on the swim ring and practice slowly.

Before I knew it, I fell in love with swimming.