My Fear? Death by Drowning

It's completely dark, you can't breath. Every time you open your mouth precious air bubbles escape up towards the only possible freedom. A freedom that you cant reach. Struggling only makes your final end come faster. My fear? Drowning. I hate swimming. As a kid when my friends would be competing in swim contests and see who cold hold their breath under water the longest, I was begging my Mom and Dad to not make me go to dreaded swim lessons. Even now, when we have to swim in Gym, I try to find any excuse out of it. I have missed days of school out of fear and embarrassment of my fear of drowning.

I'm not exactly sure when my fear of drowning started or what caused it. For as long as I can remember, any thought of it sends chills down my spine. It might have been from tubing as a child. Living in Wisconsin, with water access every few miles, tubing is huge.  To me, the idea of being pulled by a speeding boat on a tube that barely floats, and having a small wimpy piece of rope be the only thing keeping you from flying from behind the boat, to your perilous doom, seems stupid. If I really wanted to risk my life for a thrill, there are better ways to do it. Why not play chicken with a train, skydive off a plane without a parachute, or even jump into the lion cage at the zoo while wearing Lady Gaga's meat dress?

To me, the fear of drowning out weighs any thrill I find from water related activities. I like having something solid under my feet and the ability to breath. But if you happen to know where Lady Gaga's meat dress is, then maybe we can talk about other ways to receive a non-water related life risking thrill.

Ten on Top

If there was any book I could relate to it would be Ten on Top by Janet Evanovich. The main character, Stephanie Plum and her sister almost have a relationship that matches me and my sisters. My sister isn’t older then me, nor does she live in California, but personally, I think that makes our relationship even better.

I can sometimes relate to Stephanie in this book, with how she feels about her sister, Valarie. I know what it feels like to think your sister is the perfect sister. My sister was always the good child who did her homework, I on the other hand liked to eat the glue when I was making projects as a kid. (I promise I don't eat glue any more!) My sister is the straight A student, I like to see how many different words you could make on your report card. My sister likes to bake cookies and cakes, I thought you could actually eat mud pies and that they counted as a real pie making. Stephanie and her sister are the same way, except for the glue thing, that's my own specialty. They are completely opposite from eachother, just as me and my sister are. 

The thing I like the most, is that no matter how different they get ,or how crazy their lives get they are still there for each other. Stephine, as a young child, may not have tried to send her sister to Australia in a Card Board box, but they still did weird and silly things to each other. That's what brings them closer. Whether your sister is running off to Disney Land with her three kids and fiance, on her wedding day, or yelling at you for almost running into a car or child on your way to school, she is still your sister. No matter how far away they maybe or how mad they make you, you still love them. That's what being a sister is all about, and this book shows it perfectly.

No one can exactly explain the weird friendship me and my sister have, but Jane Eevanovich does a pretty good job. I can almost guarantee there is a sister in her life telling her to stop driving, just like there is one in mine and Stephanie Plums.