Swimming

On a warm summery hot day I entered a locked gate, I saw the sun glisten down on the ice cold water; small ripples cut the surface as I slowly, creepily, walked down the concrete steps. I felt a tingle, I stepped right down on the bottom; my teeth started to chatter, my body even did.  I let out a high pitched squeak and went under, and under until I ran out of breath and rose to the surface, my legs started to wobble like jelly and my arms stated to tingle.  I leapt out of the water and sprinted to the changing room; that was the end of my swim!