I wish I am a princess...sleeping waiting for a kiss from a prince to wake me up Instead of waking up by the loud voice of my mother . I wish I am a princess...getting ready for the ball with a beautiful ballgown and a glass slipper Instead of wearing an old fashioned dress and a rubber slipper. I wish I am a princess...with a golden long hair letting it down will appear my prince Instead of letting down my hair appear a silver gray hair. I wish I am a princess...with a beautiful singing voice can walked on land for the sake of love Instead of seeing the man I loved walking away from me. I wish I am a princess... waiting for a prince to rescue me. But I am not a princess And my life is not a fairytale.
I always wanted to learn how to swim.
It’s a common knowledge, when thinking of a vacation the first thing that comes to mind is swimming. Filipinos love the water. Well, aside from the fact that we’re located near the equator and considered a tropical country, we just loved the smell of ” bagong paligo“.
So who wouldn’t want to be in the water?…
No one but….
Not everyone knows how to swim.
And I was one of them.
Swimming for me was like a DREAM.
To enroll in a swimming class was not an option because it is usually out of the budget, though, not really that expensive. Actually learning how to swim is more of experienced. You learned the art of swimming by experienced.
So, every time I’m on the beach or pool with families or friends I envy those who can swim. Several times, I attempted to ask a friends or relatives to teach me how to swim, but every time they will let me on my own I just sink.
Until it happened again, I’m on the beach walking in the water (not above the water) about 4 ft below and asked again one of my colleague if she can to teach me how to swim.
Me: Can you teach me how to swim?
Colleague : Oh you don’t know? But I thought you’re swimming?
Me: Hahaha just pretending I’m swimming, actually I’m walking in the water.
Colleague: Okay then, first you must know how to float. Try it. Relax.
Me: (After trying to float several times) I can’t. I don’t know how to relax. It’s a bit tiring to force someone to relax, lol.
Colleague: Okay, I will hold you first and released you once you learned to float.
Me: (Every time she releases her hand I sink). I give up, I guess I would never know how to swim.
Colleague: You’re afraid of the water?
Me: I don’t know.
Colleague: Let me put it this way. Imagine that the water is the hand of God. What will you do?
Within a minute, I try again.
And I did it.
“A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.”