I went to 4 pools today...
...And kind wish I hadn't, because now I'm burnt, wet, heaps of my clothes are wet -wore wet swimmers under them- and I have a bleeding toe.
Today my brothers, dad and I went to a 'waterhole'. It was a green, big lake, about 50m across -took me ages to work out how to spell that, like 4 attempts- and 40m wide. When we first saw it we thought it was a mirage. After a hasty lunch, and a -"Fluffle stop reminding me that I'll get cramp or I'll push you in"- 'talk' we were ready to see what swimming in a 'waterhole' was really like.
Sol jumped straight in, and tried to swim across and only got 3/4 there, instead of attempting to swim back he climbed around the rocks on the banks. I got in slightly slower then Sol, but made it all the way to the other side and succeeded in stranding myself. While I was trying to work out how to get back without actually touching the rocks or putting my head back under water -it was disgusting..- Fluffle was having an argument with some people about his climbing ability, and he won.
Realising the only way back was to swim, head under -the water in the middle was about 3m deep- and just hope I didn't touch a rock, I procrastinated leaving the shore. When I finally did, I was glad that I swam, and when I got back, I was amazed at how if you walked 2 steps into the beach (ythingamabob) the water would be over my head.
Just before we left Sol convinced me that if he jumped of the cliff into the water than so would I. We both jumped, he went first, when I jumped I banged my toe on a rock, and it bled...have not told anyone except Sol, and only him because he sat next to me in the car....was not glad I jumped...half my toenail has died.
The Hawks beat the Cats. And I am sad, because I went for the Cats...mainly because my brothers went for the Hawks, they won't stop teasing me, especially since I forgot which team I was going for.
Today my brothers, dad and I went to a 'waterhole'. It was a green, big lake, about 50m across -took me ages to work out how to spell that, like 4 attempts- and 40m wide. When we first saw it we thought it was a mirage. After a hasty lunch, and a -"Fluffle stop reminding me that I'll get cramp or I'll push you in"- 'talk' we were ready to see what swimming in a 'waterhole' was really like.
Sol jumped straight in, and tried to swim across and only got 3/4 there, instead of attempting to swim back he climbed around the rocks on the banks. I got in slightly slower then Sol, but made it all the way to the other side and succeeded in stranding myself. While I was trying to work out how to get back without actually touching the rocks or putting my head back under water -it was disgusting..- Fluffle was having an argument with some people about his climbing ability, and he won.
Realising the only way back was to swim, head under -the water in the middle was about 3m deep- and just hope I didn't touch a rock, I procrastinated leaving the shore. When I finally did, I was glad that I swam, and when I got back, I was amazed at how if you walked 2 steps into the beach (ythingamabob) the water would be over my head.
Just before we left Sol convinced me that if he jumped of the cliff into the water than so would I. We both jumped, he went first, when I jumped I banged my toe on a rock, and it bled...have not told anyone except Sol, and only him because he sat next to me in the car....was not glad I jumped...half my toenail has died.
The Hawks beat the Cats. And I am sad, because I went for the Cats...mainly because my brothers went for the Hawks, they won't stop teasing me, especially since I forgot which team I was going for.
posted by Hannah @ 8:10 PM
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