Some memories never fade away.
The water was clear, revealing a dull pattern of squares underneath. At the far end of the pool I noticed a blunt figure, swimming gracefully towards the end of the shallow.
He made his way to the point where I stood, and gave me a deep, stern stare.
"What do you think you're doing?" He abruptly questioned me, "Get on with your breathing excersise!"
"Umm, yeah, sure, sir" I stammered, slipped my goggle s on and got on with the puff breath excersise.
The next hour was spent doing continous laps, 100 m, freestyle until I could hardly move my arm.
The hour that followed later was spent doing underwater drills.
And finally it happened. Was it destiny? or just mere luck, I couldn't tell. But just as I started my last Underwater stroke back, I was knocked off.
I looked up in despair to see a slim figure floating like a boat above. For a second I thought it was sir.
However, it wasn't. It was the person who this entire Story is based on.