Water: A Short Story
I’m standing right at the edge of what it seems like the end. My little toes hug the sides of the edge, begging not to take one more step closer. I stare into the calm blue beast beneath me and it stares right back. I could tell that the beast knew how scared and nervous I was. I cautiously dipped my right foot into the water; big toe first and the rest followed. “There is no way I can do this,” I thought to myself. “The water is not the right temperature, the lifeguard is not going to help me, my feet won’t touch the floor, my hair doesn’t look good when it’s wet.” I stood at the edge, making up all types of excuses a seven-year-old can tell his mom.
Still standing at the edge, my eyes are focused on a group of kids right in the belly of
Still standing at the edge, my eyes are focused on a group of kids right in the belly of