Chlorine has run through my veins since day one. However when I was around twelve it would have stopped if my father let me have my way. My mom seemed alright with it when discussing it with her, but my father got the final say. Even mentioning it made him upset, I never got an explanation why though. Of course I cried my eyes out because I didn’t get what I wanted, I still hold a grudge against him for it, but only if he complains about how expensive of a sport I play. If I had quit I would have done a variety of other sports like horseback riding, club soccer and dance. I was playing soccer and dancing at the same time as water polo for a while but I had to choose which one was more important to me, I chose water polo. Which I thought was the wrong decision for the longest time. …show more content…
The older girls had warned me about how much of your life it consumes and how hard practice is, I didn’t think I was prepared for that. I would hear them in the locker room after practice complain about how tough the new coach ,Cyril was. A French man can be very intimidating to a twelve year old girl, which he was. When the older girls were practicing at the same time as me I could hear him yell at the girls when they were trying their hardest. His drills and swim sets seemed impossible, I could have never imagined I would do one, let alone finish one while excelling at