My Great grandfather wasted most of his time in the Swimming Pool. He was a swimmer and loved the cold water. At least, that was what my Mom said.
She wanted her sons to be good swimmers just like her Grandfather. Her first son was a lazy bear and bears hated swimming. So, she was determined to make his brother a swimmer. And that was me! Even though, I pretended to be a bear, she didn't fall for it.
One morning, she stood near our Car and looked very exited. "C'mon let's go!"
"I signed you up for Swimming classes."
I ran around the house, in the backyard and on my Neighbor's lawn. She followed me everywhere and was catching up. After twenty minutes of chasing, I was caught, tied up to the Car's seat with the seat belt and we were on our way to the Water Hell.
"I don't want Swimming lessons."
"Don't worry. They'll be fun!"
"What if I drown in the water?"
"That's one reason why you need to learn Swimming."
We were at the place early in the morning. The classes would start at 9 AM and we were half an hour early. There were weird people by the Parking Lot. They were my mom's friends, looking very exited after sending their kids to the Water Hell.
I entered the complex by nine. There were many kids of my age and one really huge kid. I kept walking around the pool. The water was really cold and it was a stupid thing to even touch it.
The huge kid said, "Everyone in the water."
"And who are you to give us orders?", I asked.
"Well, I am your Swimming Instructor."
So, the huge kid was actually my teacher.
"I don't care. The water's freezing and I refuse to get in."
"There in the sky."
The next moment, I was in the pool. The guy had pushed me in and acted as though, nothing had happened!
We were made to stay in the pool for ten minutes. Then the guy started the lessons. My turn was there quick. "I will hold you horizontally on the surface..."
"No thanks. I am happy just standing here."
"Don't be shy." The guy held me and said, "Now move you legs and hands simultaneously."
"Air. I am drowning. Help!"
I panicked. My legs and hands were moving around really fast. I manged to punch the guy on his face a few times. There were a few kicks too. We were both yelling at each other.
"I guess, that's enough of training.", he said.
"Yeah. So, can I go home now?"
"No. Its just 9:30. We have classes till eleven."
"Sir, I am freezing. I might go into a shock and drown. Then they will arrest you and this Swimming Complex will be shut down forever."
"I am sure nothing like that will happen. Anyways, I will now show you guys a technique that will help you if you get stranded at sea."
"That won't happen. I have no plans of going to sea..."
"Okay. Just learn it for fun. Its called the Dead Man's Float."
Those words kept ringing in my head. The Dead Man part was enough to freak me out. I shouted, fell and then screamed, "Help! Mom, Help!"
The huge kid picked me up and dropped me next to my Mom's Car. She was still chatting with the weird people. The Swimming Instructor gave both of us looks and then left.
"Why did you put a seven year old through so much of terror. That guy almost tried killing us with the Dead Man's float. And guess what he threw me in the water before. I am never going there again!"
My Mom's dream to see a Swimmer in me was shattered. She had me join Art classes next. Maybe her Great grandfather was an artist. Those went bad too...