I was waiting quietly for my first race one length freestyle my legs where wobbly like jelly, I lined up then my number was chosen. The whistle blew my legs sprang like springs into the freezing water. My arms span round as fast as I could, my feet were kicking as fast as a motor on the end of a boat, smash! I hit my hand on the wall, I got a bright blue block then I put it on the table feel proud.
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