Danny edged himself closer to the edge, on his hands and knees. He’d been thinking about this moment for a while now; thinking that at the end it would be easy but here, now, it was so different.
It seemed he could hear the water far below him, calling to him. He knew that it was too late to turn back; how could he face the shame? Inching himself backwards, away from the edge he stood up, his liquid knees barely keeping him upright, his heart beating a military march. The palms of his hands were wet with sweat and he shivered as nerves took hold of his stomach and knotted it.
He decided he didn’t want to look down again, the only thing to do would just be to run and jump, eyes closed. He took a few deep breaths, his eyes fixed upon the horizon. This is it; he thought to himself, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. He ran.
Young Danny, 6 years old, entered the water with a splash. When he surfaced he looked up at the high-board, raised his fist in the air, and swam to the side of the swimming pool.