I think I am dying
Around 16 years ago, when I was at the age of 7 years old, a strange experience gave me a deep impression. My father planted some melons in the farmland that was not far away from the only river in my country.
As a native growing up in the north, I was accustomed to the hot summer. Just at that time, ripe melons were throwing off endearing smiles to both birds and naughty kids. You know, watermelons are having a hard green rind and sweet, watery pink or reddish flesh. And a couple or more of them would invade the fields. Some of children had never remember their siesta, even they forget their lunch. Certainly they were hungry, they searched the field and selected lots of fruits to allay their anger.
I stayed in the field with responsibility for these guys. That day they did come, two boys wearing a pair of shorts without T-shirts found me then they gave up our melons. But they left a word “we are going to swim.” It seems that only boys are allowed to swim in our village. Parents has warned me not to go there and said that it was dangerous.
I had been curious about the river for a long time. God knows I had made up my minds to have a try. I took the way to the river furtively. Nobody in the river surprised me, however I did want to swim. No matter what happened I took off my clothes, gently dived into the water. “Help! Help!” I shouted. At that moment my arms and the whole body lost control. Oh, I wanted to catch something, the single thing I could do was to randomly and heavily flap the water. I must be horror-stricken and I would die. Quite a while I was thinking of I was dying, but miracles appeared, I stood up in the water and I……
I am alive. But the matter really impressed me, I will never forget my first swim.