Non-Fiction Prompt: Fight: Swim to the Finish Line.

I can not remember the first time I learned how to swim, but I sure am good at it. In the summer, during my toddler years, I was on a swim team. I had a coach named, Coach Lewis. Boy, he was tough. He would not let us break for even a second--it was all about winning with him. My parents did not pay to much attention to the constant yelling and scolding. They, in fact, were going for the same goal as Coach Lewis: winning. It was all about winning, my teammates knew that, I knew that, and so did everyone else. My coach, teammates and I were training for the upcoming swim meet.

During my weeks of consistent practice ( I call it training), Coach Lewis made sure to focus on our weak points. That is, Lila was horrible at breaststrokes, Joey needed to be faster at freestyle, I needed to expand my lungs better for more air since I was doing the butterfly, that type of form involves the entire body to move simultaneously. Brenda needed to work on her backstroke and sidestroke. Other than that, all four of us were good at doing the Crawl and Dog paddle. As time passed on, we improved dramatically ( remember? The constant practicing.) and were well on our way to becoming the next champions. In the mist of practicing, the time was quickly coming upon us. Soon, we would be battling against other swim teams in a building not to far from where I use to practice. I believe the place was called, Los Angles Swimming Center.

The day to compete was finally here. All those long weeks of practice were sure to pay off--I was just sure of it. The first round was the freestyle, Joey and Brenda were going to do this one. The second, Lila and I were taking on the butterfly and the third was Breaststroke, Brenda and Lila were challenging that one. The time was beginning, and the competitors had to take their place. Brenda stood on the board first, bent down ready to dive. The sound buzzed, and they were off! Brenda and some other girl was in the lead. It stayed that way until Joey dived in. He was passing everyone up and the girl from before! Meanwhile, Lila and I were doing the butterfly. I'm not sure who went first, but I know we won that one. Then the breaststroke, sadly, we came in third place because Brenda was too exhausted. In the end, we came in second. The team before us were great challengers, I suppose they were half fish and half human. I'm not sure.
I still have my trophy from all those years ago. But, its probably in the garage collect more dust. Anyways, I remember most of the forms--except butterfly!