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 t...