Personal Narrative-Aquatic Analysis

Have you ever seen the dolphin from Dolphin Tale? Have you ever had an bounce house at your birthday? What was your first roller coaster? Have you ever had a awesome birthday present? What’s your favorite baseball team? These are some of my top 5 memories, what are yours!?

There is a quote by Henry Ford, “Coming together is a beginning, keeping together is a process, working together is a success”. As a newcomer athlete on the Aquahawgs Swim Club, I was very cautious and weary of my behavior on the first day. Show up, do the practice, keep quiet, and go home. This mindset got me through the first 3 months and were by far the worst months of my entire athletic career. I was isolated, forced to create my own motivation and be my own critic. I hated the sport. For some reason that I still wonder about, I stayed, but enthusiasm was not present. I truly believed that I was a liability to the team because of my lack of performance in meets. That was truly my dark time. My saving light came in the form of 4, awkward,

Gloria Steinem once said, “Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.” Imagination and dreams can make anything possible, including me becoming a marine biologist. Ever since I was five years old, i have dreamed of becoming a marine biologist. My dad, stepmom, and me took a trip to Orlando, Florida and I was terrified of what was to come. I didn't know it had the time, but now I realize that this one experience has shaped me into who I am and what I love.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

Oh my god just look at look at it And what was I looking at exactly probably one of the most monstrous waves of all time and I was about to ride it. I grabbed my surfboard and I was running as fast as a cheetah would in the wild chasing its prey running towards the water but my long black hair kept getting in my eyes so I had to put it in a bun real quick and right before I jumped into the water I took along look at myself just wondering how I got my scar on my back . I was a pretty decent looking guy, tall 5’8 , tan with bright green eyes I was pretty athletic too I played a lot of soccer and my life at home really wasn’t good but I usually just ignored it . When I bounced on the water surface I started to paddle and I started to paddle

I grew up in a small city in Connecticut named Waterbury, or commonly known as the “Dirty Waters”. I’m not entirely sure why people call it that but I do know of the local myth that if you drink from the fountain downtown, you will never live in another city. So naturally, I avoided it like the plague. And I it worked. Although I can’t say the same for my family as they are on the 3rd generation born there.

Drowning. Over and over and over again. Every time I died they would bring me back. Every time I came back I was less myself. I was terrified. Not for myself but for my country. Not for myself but for my family. Attacks on my soil day and night and my family could be next. They want what I have. My information. But I won’t crack. Under these bring lights day and night. A cloth is draped over my face again. Water gushes into my mouth as I struggle for breath filling my lungs choking the breath from my body. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. They don’t allow me to eat. They try to twist and break my body with poisons and malnourishment. They tell me no one is coming for me. Good. We don’t negotiate with terrorists.

I am watching the Rio Olympics freestyle finals for women. My eyes are glued to the screen, and I can not seem to take them off. Of who? I do not know, but she is way ahead of the others. I wait until the race is over, and she wins. But, who is she?

I am the most competitive person you will ever meet. I hate to lose. In everything I do, from swim meets, to track meets, to academic competitions, my goal and my intent is to win. I want to win! Though I don’t necessarily have the great ability to perform like a winner. I’ve had to accept, that maybe, just maybe, I can’t excel at everything. One night, after a particularly devastating swim meet, I sat down and had to think about why I had lost. Maybe my goggles were on too tight! Yes! That had to be it. Or maybe my competitor cheated and just didn’t get caught! All these thoughts were racing through my head, yet the most obvious one never seemed to cross it. Maybe, after all, I just wasn’t as good as he was. No, that wasn’t possible! He and I looked exactly alike! We acted the same! We had nearly the same techniques!

Whoosh!!! With a splash the colossal fish crashed back down into the churning dark waters. I could clearly see my small blue bait and where it's sticky sharp treble hooks had deeply imbedded in the magnificent bass's thick jaws. It was as if a submarine was attached to the end of my line. When I hooked the beast I knew immediately this was no ordinary Largemouth Bass. Every time she lept from the from the waters below I could only hope the thin hooks would hold up against her might.

I started to drift off--far off. I pictured the massive ocean back on Earth, where I saw the white water on the sea of drab green. I felt the wind blowing, my hair bowing, as it made its sound in my ears, as I tasted the salt spray from the waves crashing on the breakers, as I inhaled deeply. I pondered. The distant horizon was disturbed by the occasional sailboat. I pictured an oil tanker on the horizon. The taste of the salt air intensified, as I thought about it longer. The seagull standing in air, as it looked down for a new meal. I felt the sun's rays as it momentarily broke through the partly cloudy sky. I became entranced by my imagination as I listened to the repetitive sound of the waves breaking on the beach. I see footprints

It was the summer of 2013 when I found something out of the ordinary. I was playing catch with my dog in my backyard. I threw the ball and he chased after it but then he stopped and started sniffing and growling in this one area. I went over to see what he was growling at. Then to my surprise he was growling at a bottle with a crack in it. I picked it up so he would stop and my little brothers wouldn't pick it up or break it more the it was.

I was born into a surfing family, My dad, uncles and all my cousins have surfed and competed before me. I was taught how to surf when I was only two years old. When I was only six years old my father entered me into my first competition and I won first place. After my first competition I never stopped competing. I’ve been entered into 48 surfing competitions to this day and I’ve won 32 of them! I never stop practicing, I surf everyday before or after school and sometimes both. Every week I surf anywhere from 16 to 20 hours into expanding my techniques and skills. The World Surfing League had recognized me as in the top 10 surfers in the state of California in the months of September, June, July and August of this year! I get invited to surf events such as surf tours and competitions.

13 years. It has been 13 years since I first plunged into the pool to begin my first lesson. I was small, skinny, and shy at the time, not willing to talk to people. I had tried other sports; baseball, soccer, basketball, but I found those to difficult. My dad first brought me to a pool, to splash around in the play area. But I soon found myself wanting to go the deeper parts where the whirlpool and the lazy river were. So I began group lessons on the basics on how to swim, most of the other participants were older than me so I did not make conversation with them. After I finished a couple of lessons and learned how to swim the most basic two strokes; freestyle and breaststroke, I joined a summer team, the Bradley Farm Wave. I was not very

When you wake up on a tile floor, it is normal to have a ache in your back. My plan for the day was to go, find, and collect water. I grabbed a spool of fishing line and tied the end to my door frame, and I put the spool in my backpack, so that when I walked I made trail of string to follow back home. With this safety measure in place, I went out in search of water. After only a few hours of exploring, I heard the trickling of water. I bee lined for the source of the noise. I had found a fresh water spring! I fell to my knees, and started drinking. As far as I was concerned, this was the best tasting water on God’s green Earth. I filled several jugs that I had brought from the store, and went on exploring.