A risk that I took

A risk that I took

When I was a small child, I was so naughty like a boy. I often took risks. My parents were always worried about me. My hometown was near a big river. Most people live here could swim since they were young. I always wanted to learn swimming. On the summer of my 6 years old, I was playing a game with my brother and his friends by the river shore. One of boys said he was very hot and wanted to go to swim. Then he jumped into the river. Another boy who could swim also jumped into the river. One after another, included my brother, all jumped into the river. They were swimming on the river freely as a group of happy ducks. I wondered, how wonderful it would feel, if I could swim like them. But the fact was that I had taken any swimming lesson. Somehow I had the courage to put one foot into the river. “Oh, so cool!” I said to myself, “I could touch the water, nothing happen. Let me try to put another foot in water”. So I lifted another foot into water. At that moment, my whole body could not help dropping into the river quickly. I was so scared. My eyes couldn’t open and I couldn’t breath. I only knew that I kept drinking water. After a while, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was lying on the bed. My parents, my brother and his friends were surrounding my bed. Father told me that my brother and his two friends saved me. I thanked them for saving me. I was felt so bad for my naughtiness. After that accident, I never go to swim again, because I still fear to be in the water.