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In a magical moment my terror became joy.

By Ralph Kinney Bennett

Some days I feel that life changes dramatically, days that we remember forever. So I had a July afternoon at a place called Devil's Hole .

timeless occurred at that time before the first school imposes real limits to life. The time was summer sky bluer, the sun smiled sycamores and warm Days passed sleepily, accented by velvety night the fireflies flashing passing outside my window.

That morning, my twin brother, Roger, and I had all day to go.

"Let the Devil's Hole proposed Rogers.

I accepted immediately, but despite my enthusiasm, I felt a knot in my stomach. Although he had never said a word about it nor had mocked me, Roger and I could swim. Earlier this summer it had emerged decisively from the outstretched hands of our brother, Richard, and had driven through the water. I had been too afraid or embarrassed to try. Now Roger slipped into the water like a fish and moved in a different plane ... the boys' older, more experienced and confident.

ahead with Roger, walked to the kitchen.

"Grandma, can we go to Devil's Hole?

The grandmother, who was preparing dough for baking cakes with spices, was standing in front of his desk.

"Well, I guess the older boys are already there, but beware a lot," said with a flourish of his wooden spoon.

a cry, Roger crossed the kitchen like a shot and went upstairs. I kept running to put on my bathing suit. With towels around their necks, we walked by the dirt road.

If at that time I had been asked to define the fun and freedom, would have resorted to the image of a child swimming without fear. Was both a pleasure and a danger.

The danger was not something insignificant. My brush with the mystery of death had been brief, but intense. Run over a dog in the neighborhood, lying on the ground showing his teeth, one eye fixed on the sky. Also, sometimes My mother pointed to the black headlines of the newspaper and explained that terrible thing called "drown" , and that he had happened to someone who swam in a nearby river.

Roger and I got to a place where sunlight streamed through an opening in the trees, and a gentle slope of pebbles and earth leading to a deep mossy green pond of icy water, which reflected two huge rocks jutting out from the opposite bank.

This dam was my domain and my protection. While others swam, I pretended to make minor repairs or catching minnows with his base with an old tin.

When we arrived, I watched with envy at Roger go with older children. Dived, full speed crossing the pond and climbing the big rocks to lie in the sun. Among them was Nancy Storer, sitting on the nearest rock with a bathing suit in one piece. Occasionally served as a nanny with us, and I adored her. The boys began to hit the water from the rock bottom, their shouts and laughter echoed through the trees.

without ruido.Tras I got the first shock of cold water, feet carefully planted on the smooth stones and slippery bottom. Using the dam as a handrail, I made my way to the center.

From there, about a meter waded upstream. The scene stuck in my memory: the boys jumped, dived and played in the middle of small arcs of water displaced.

I sank almost to his chest. Arms stretched forward and clasp your hands firmly. Shivering. I stopped to walk.

During this second of eternity I plunged into a strange new world. I saw before my eyes a delirious kaleidoscope of liquid light and darkness, I felt my chest would explode and I invaded the deepest terror. High above me I saw the leaves of sun-dappled trees, and heard voices. Then I sank back into a shower of bubbles and heard a roar.

Kicking, moved his arms frantically, I took the side of the water and took a deep breath.

was moving! In a magical moment, my fear turned into joy. I was swimming.

I went to the green depths were in the middle of Devil's Hole, to those rocks out of reach. Roger looked at me stunned from the most large.

But I had eyes on Nancy. A half smile lit his freckled face as he watched my frantic progress.

I touched the rock on which she sat. I grabbed her, moving his legs in the water, pulling big gulps of air and feeling triumphant.

"Hello," she said, almost laughing at the words.

I felt completely exhausted for a moment, but he would not leave the water. Feared forget how to do what he had done. I walked away from the rock and splash around in circles, then I turned to sustain. Incredible!

was in heaven. I crossed the river to the shore along the road, I touched the bottom with their feet and went to swim toward the center.

The sun played hide and seek in the treetops when I said goodbye to Nancy and the other guys. I seemed to be much bigger and higher. Roger and I took the dirt road toward our house. He sensed the heat of the sun on damp hair, and smelled the wonderful aroma of Devil's Hole.

already close to home, Roger said:

-It quite easy to swim, right?
"Yes," replied the immense praise that just make my twin.

I was jumping the rest of the road. The grandmother began to prepare dinner. Mom still had not returned from work.

- Grandma, I swam today! I exclaimed.

I looked from the stove with a look of alarm.

- How? Have you jumped into the water one of these ruffians?
"No, Grandma. I just decided ... and I did.

I walked alone in the garden, reliving every moment he spent in the water that day.

By nightfall, more tired than I had realized, I said my prayers with Mom and Roger, and got under the covers. Lying in the darkness, I began to hear the sounds of summer: the murmur of the stream, the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs.

did not understand it then, but I had learned something very important: the dark called fear barrier can be high and imposing, but it is often very thin. Appears again and again throughout of life. Sometimes just touching it to break, in others you have to push with the shoulder like a fireman who would knock down a door. And in others, our desire itself makes it fall.

I weighed the eyes. I figured it gently through fresh water, swimming like an expert, silently, gracefully, not only in the Devil's Hole, but also in large rivers, the mighty ocean.