Chris felt cold water underneath his bare feet. He looked down into the rippling water of the swimming pool and took deep breaths.
He tried hard to concentrate on the race but couldn’t block out the noise of the cheering parents and the movements of the other children lining up.
The swimming teacher blew the whistle and all the children jumped in as one.
Chris felt the water swallowing him, he kicked off and parted through waves, bobbing up to breath when needed.
The end of the pool came fast and Chris came to the surface with the roaring of the crowd deafening him.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/15/17-may-2019/ with thanks).