Last summer, I, accompanied by my siblings, were regular visitors to the community pool. Since 2007, my family has gained summer membership and taken full advantage of this membership. The star attraction at this pool is the five-foot diving board, which is somewhat “owned” by the people who can actually do tricks. One day, I found myself on the diving board, at the front of a line of about ten people chanting “Front flip! Front flip!”. These demands made me very anxious, mostly due to my bad history with front flips. I hadn’t tried one in three years. The last time I tried one, my back was sore and red for at least a week. Fully expecting, and even welcoming a back flop, I sprinted to the end of the board, jumped, closed my eyes, tucked, threw my arms over my head to turn my body, and prayed. When I felt my feet hit the water before my back, I was the happiest man on earth. Suddenly, I had this talent that had been hidden behind my many failed attempts to successfully land a front flip. With a newfound courage and a feeling that I was on the top of the world, I started trying new things. First I mastered the front flip with a half twist, where you do a front flip and turn your body 180º so you end up facing the diving board. After mastering both of these, I move on to bigger and better things. The trick that only three kids could do. The big. The bad. The menacing. It was the 1 ½ front flip. After about a month, I was the fourth person that could do this. This summer made me realize that if you want something bad enough, just do it, because it’s in you.