Take a deep breathe and try again

A hobby I have learnt during my stay in France is learning how to swim. I had moved briefly to the South of France, Nice to be precise. 

The azure waters of the Mediterranean Sea beckoned me every day, and I couldn't resist the allure of the glistening waves. But there was a small problem: I had no clue how to swim. I had always been content with building sandcastles, but now, I felt a deep longing to join my friends as they splashed in the sea.

I registered at a swimming pool close to where I stayed.

Excitement mixed with nervousness I approached the shoreline. The sea stretched out before me, a vast expanse of mystery and adventure. With no one to hold my hand I walked steadily into the ocean, staying cautiously at the section where my legs could feel the ocean floor.

As I grew in confidence, I started to venture farther away.I hesitated, clutching my floaties tightly. My heart raced as I watched other people, both adults and children, swim and play fearlessly. I was determined to overcome my fear, though. Knowing that one of my friends I normally go to the beach with because it was summer, would probably hear me scream.

 With a deep breath, I walked towards the sea.

The cool, salty sea embraced me, and I began to feel more at ease. As the days turned into weeks, my progress was remarkable. I started to paddle a few strokes at a time. Each day, my confidence grew, and my nervousness faded away like the morning mist over the sea.

As the summer days passed, my transformation from a timid beginner to a confident swimmer was nothing short of remarkable. I swam out farther, exploring the underwater world with its colourful fish and waving sea plants. 

I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment and gratitude for this unforgettable summer I'd had. Learning to swim in the South of France had not only conquered a peculiar fear I had, but had also opened up a whole new world of adventure and joy.

As I looked out at the sparkling sea, I knew that the memories of this summer in Nice would stay with me forever, reminding me that with determination and a little courage, even the deepest waters could be conquered.