Relax. Take a deep breath. Now dive.
My dad was trying to teach me how to dive. I was standing at the edge of the deep corner. Looking at the water. It was a mid-size pool...big enough to have a proper deep and shallow end. Dad had successfully taught me and my brother how to float and then swim. We had started doing breadths and now lengths. Now it was time to start diving.
The only glitch was - I had seen JAWS... 2 days back.
Now, even in a pool as the water gets deeper it goes a deeper shade of blue. And as I stood at the edge of the pool ready to dive... I could almost see something move in the water. Even as a 8 yr old I knew a shark could not be in a pool - but you never know - freaky stuff like this happens all the time in the movies and you really don't want to take a chance especially when you literally have all your life ahead of you. So, the simplest thing would have been to tell my dad that I was scared and get out it.
Glitch no 2, phobia of admitting having a phobia.
So, I stood at the edge - took a deep deeeeep breath - thanked God for the lovely life I had lived till then... and dived.
That was the fastest lap I ever did.
