The Nightmare Swim
One of my favorite things is going swimming. I love the beach and wake boarding and pretty much anything involving water, but that’s not how it started. When I was little, I was terrified by water. My parents have told me that I would wake them up by screaming in terror from swimming nightmares.
Once I was in the back yard waiting for my brother to come home. I crept down to the ground and hid behind a bush so that I could jump out and scare him. I laid really still and quiet on the ground so that no one would know I was there. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay covert for long because my hiding place turned out to be the same spot that a million fire ants chose and they don’t like to share hiding spots. Before I realized that I was in trouble, I had ants crawling all over me and biting me in a frenzy.
I took off screaming through the back yard. I saw the bushes. I screamed past the bushes. I saw the hose. I screamed past the hose. I saw the pool. I screamed past the pool and into the house. I ran through the house looking for my mom, and the whole while ants where devouring me. My mom saw me and put me in the shower to get the ants off of me. I was freaking out. She yelled at me, “Why didn’t you just jump into the pool!?” I screamed in terror.