I've always been a good swimmer . . .
When I was eight months old my mom used to take me to survival swimming classes, but after my first class she realized I didn't need any. I swam perfectly.
At first my Uncles and Aunts wanted to enter me in swimming meets, but I was too young for those, so we had to wait a while. In the meantime my dad and Uncles dug up a 2-6 ft. deep swimming pool in our backyard.
Everyday I was required to swim laps and work on speed, much to my mother's disapproval. She had said I wasn't even one yet and I was already being worked and pressured more than I was supposed to.
Dad ended up covering the swimming pool with a large plastic cover and it was not to be used until I was three.
So when I turned three I was forced to swim again. Mom agreed this was a good enough age for me, so I had no excuse to get out of it. But Mom did cover me when my dad decided it was time for my first meet. Mom persuaded him not to enter me into anything until I was at least ten.
Ever since, though, I've been swimming and swimming. It was almost like the water was my home, even if I only spent early mornings and noons in there. Even when it was winter-time I was supposed to swim awhile.
When it was deep into winter we covered the swimming pool for when it snowed. Spring-time it rained far too much.
Finally, when it was summer I was swimming and swimming and swimming again.
It went on like that until the end of fall, then we started the cycle again.
When I finally turned ten I was entered into my sister's swimming team, except they seperated me to the younger group.
After my first lap I wowed everyone, but I didn't much like it. My sister, Sally, could swim when she wanted to. I, on the other hand, swim when scheduled to.
I won all my opponents, and got us the silver. Wooo . . . not.
Am I sounding like a moody, boring chick right now? Well sorry to get you bored so much you wanna stop reading. But now let me introduce myself.
My name's Kerstin Angelica James and I'm 14 years old. I have a sister named, Sally, and she is 16. My mom, Kassi James, is a brain surgeon, and my dad, Johnny James, . . . is my coach.
All those years of swimming got me a slim body. I now have a narrow waist and large hips. Swimming under the sun saved my body from being totally pale. It got me light-olive skin, but sadly my hair couldn't bear it. I went really dry, but thankfully my sister helped me condition and shampoo to make it temporarily smooth and shiny.
She also helped me color it to erase the fades. She found a color that almost matched my blond hair, but the natural gold highlights where dyed, too, and disappeared.
Once I hit puberty, my father decided not to let me wear two-piece bathing suits anymore. I had to wear the one-piece.
But something also happened when puberty hit. I can't explain it . . .
Just turn the page.