Looking out over the glittering, jewel-like swimming pool, I saw the shadowy and somehow terrifying form swimming through the deep water towards my gently moving feet. I felt a strong, yet gentle, hand grasp my ankle and pull me quickly under the water. As I kicked furiously and pulled myself to the surface with my arms, I had a momentary flashback to my first day of swimming in this pool when I almost drowned myself because I thought that even without a floatation bubble on my back I could not drown. As I remembered this, one of my flailing feet connected soundly with the shadowy form, and I was let go abruptly. I popped to the surface of the pool like a cork. My assailant popped up beside me, and hearing the words "Both of you are out" from Nick, we swam to the side of the pool. I was at the moment spending a happy summer afternoon with some of the members of my swim team, Rochester Recreational Swimming Team, as we played water games instead of normal practice. There were only a few of us at practice. Other than the really little kids, the only ones there were Blake, David, Chris, and I. Nick was the only real coach that was there, so he has us playing his favorite game, "Sharks and Tadpoles". This game basically made the swimmer work on underwater endurance techniques, because a couple of people were sharks, and they swam under the water the whole time. The other people swam at the surface of the water, and tried not to get tagged. If a tadpole got tagged, they swam to the edge of the pool and were out. If a shark got kicked accidentally or something, they were out for at least a round to catch their breath. The last tadpoles to get tagged were the sharks in the next round. I climbed up and sat on the edge of the pool and looked down at my assailant, David. He grinned back at me and rubbed his ribs where I’d kicked him. "Sorry about that," I said. "I didn’t mean to kick you, just make you let me go." He grinned again. "That’s okay. It doesn’t hurt, so you didn’t kick me that hard." There was a bit of an awkward silence and I turned my head to watch Chris try to tag Blake. I looked back at David and wondered for a minute if he had a girlfriend. Then I laughed at myself, because I was only nine years old, and he was only ten. He turned and gave me a beautiful smile. "Do you know which one I am?" he asked. He was referring to the fact that he and Chris were brothers. They’d joined the swim team only a few weeks before, so they hadn’t been around long enough for us all to meet them. I laughed at him. "You’re David, the older one," I said very assuredly. He grinned and shook his head. "No, I’m not. I’m Chris," he said with a smile. I was confused for a moment, but then realized that he was teasing me. "Yeah you are…and if you’re not, I’ll just have to check with him." I nodded towards the shadow of Chris, who was still trying vainly to catch Blake. "Oh, that’s not fair. He wants to be me, so he’ll say that he’s Chris." He said this with a strange shake of his head and a little frown. I grew concerned, until I saw him trying to hide his laughter at my worried face. "You’re a big liar! That was so mean trying to confuse me like that!" I laughed and pushed him into the water. He started to try to swim away, so I jumped on him, and gave him a good dunking. Nick was confused by what was going on until he saw us both laughing and throwing water at each other. Blake was distracted as well, and Chris finally tagged her. Then they came over and joined us in the water fight. It was a wonderful summer afternoon.