My 2nd session on my swimming class didn't go the way I planned. I couldn't do it. I still couldn't form that freaking circle they said so I can lift my head and get the air my lungs deserve.
Then, I remembered something, like a childhood memory unlocked--I remembered when I was trying so hard on that bump car and a kid on the waiting line was mimicking me--almost like teaching me how to turn my car--cause I was stuck bumping the same side of the place.
I remembered that feeling when she was extending her arms in the pool, as I try to move my hips and swam closer to her. It was the feeling of full trust ,without those paranoid thoughts (aside from the fact that the pool's deepest is just 5feet) and I was able to do it correctly, for the first time--and the last time, that day.
Will I be able to really, really swim without panicking after the 4 sessions? I dunnnoooooooooooooooooooo. But I found out that she really is someone I can hold into the water.
(specially if I'm gonna drown again)