I sat there, glancing up from my big yellow file of amaths worksheets and wondered why i didn't jump at the chance to go swimming just like my siblings had. I sat there looking around, the little blonde haired kids at the other table glancing over at me, staring at me with their big blue eyes, the strange person sitting there with this super huge yellow file of maths in her lap. I seriously don't know why, but swimming somehow brings back undesirable memories. Especially those of my past, when i was in primary 4 and primary 5, swimming was a chore. Every week. 5 nights on weekdays, 2 mornings on the weekends. What have i ever got out of that. The people there were mean, to the extent i dreaded the few hours i had to spend swimming everyday. I admit, I wasn't really very fast, I tried, I really did, but the people there, for some reason, had something against me. I still remember all their names, and i don't know, and don't care what's up with them now, but it left a mark. Trust, is sometimes overrated.