I held my breath. I adjusted my goggles. I tightened my black swim cap. I got onto the diving board, slowly and cautiously. I loosened my body before my big dive.
The timers got their stopwatches. A voice came over the speakers.
"Swimmers, get ready," I shook my body. "Set," I relaxed and thought of the pure heaven as I would dive, and break the surface. The moment I was waiting for would soon come. And...it did. "GO!!!"
The crowd roared. We were off to a quick start, I supposed. I thought of nothing but fire, fire, and only fire. I moved my arms in blind fury. I kicked my feet like I was a madman. I flipped, and I was on my 2nd lap. Swim, swim, swim. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Kick, kick, kick. That was all I was concerned about at this point.
I flipped once again. A perfect flip, and I was on my 3rd lap. I continued rapidly swimming freestyle. I was almost done. Almost.
I flipped again. I was on my last lap. Nothing mattered to me any meer than just swimming, getting the chance to feel the cool water between my fingertips. There was some space between me and the wall. I swam, swam, and I FINISHED!!!
I broke the surface. I looked up at the crowd, beaming. I waved at them wildly. The timer in front of me said, "That's...amazing. That's just amazing." He stared at me with his mouth gaped. "That has never been done before in Olympic trial history. Never. Never." He paused a few minuten before going on to say, "Well done. u have 1st place with a time of...40.28. That has just never been done before." I walked over to the judges. All of them very proudly zei that I definitely broke the world record. And...I was in the Olympics. I qualified.
Okay, now it's time to introduce myself. My name is Casey. Casey Wilmington, and I'm proud to say that I'm a tomboy. Not exactly one of your girls who put on lipstick and talk about fashion all day. And as u should know door now, my favoriete sport is swimming, and my favoriete all-time swimmer is Michael Phelps.
But well...it was something that happened one night...that changed my whole life.
The timers got their stopwatches. A voice came over the speakers.
"Swimmers, get ready," I shook my body. "Set," I relaxed and thought of the pure heaven as I would dive, and break the surface. The moment I was waiting for would soon come. And...it did. "GO!!!"
The crowd roared. We were off to a quick start, I supposed. I thought of nothing but fire, fire, and only fire. I moved my arms in blind fury. I kicked my feet like I was a madman. I flipped, and I was on my 2nd lap. Swim, swim, swim. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Kick, kick, kick. That was all I was concerned about at this point.
I flipped once again. A perfect flip, and I was on my 3rd lap. I continued rapidly swimming freestyle. I was almost done. Almost.
I flipped again. I was on my last lap. Nothing mattered to me any meer than just swimming, getting the chance to feel the cool water between my fingertips. There was some space between me and the wall. I swam, swam, and I FINISHED!!!
I broke the surface. I looked up at the crowd, beaming. I waved at them wildly. The timer in front of me said, "That's...amazing. That's just amazing." He stared at me with his mouth gaped. "That has never been done before in Olympic trial history. Never. Never." He paused a few minuten before going on to say, "Well done. u have 1st place with a time of...40.28. That has just never been done before." I walked over to the judges. All of them very proudly zei that I definitely broke the world record. And...I was in the Olympics. I qualified.
Okay, now it's time to introduce myself. My name is Casey. Casey Wilmington, and I'm proud to say that I'm a tomboy. Not exactly one of your girls who put on lipstick and talk about fashion all day. And as u should know door now, my favoriete sport is swimming, and my favoriete all-time swimmer is Michael Phelps.
But well...it was something that happened one night...that changed my whole life.
What do u want to do?
We run upstairs, turn on the TV and say,
Hey, I'm bored, so whaddya wanna do???
So I don't do it the normal way, so what
Instead, I go home pagina each dag and I open up my list
Of how to save the world
I know it's childish, but what do u care?
At least it's better than doing nothing at all
At least I do something than nothing at all
What? Call me naive, crazy, a baby, I don't care
No, I don't care about what u say about me
Cuz I don't wake up every morning and say,
What's today? What's today?
What's tomorrow? What's tomorrow?
I just nod my head and say it's gonna be fine
Cuz it's a brand-new day
The creeking silence of age echos through the streets.
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
of maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied door the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
of maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied door the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
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