Reflecting back right at me, a child of who I used to be. She looks so joyous and happy, just wait until she takes that dives. I remember around the age of five, when the shallow end felt like she was in the middle of the sea. How her floats were fun and always by her side. Now at the age of fifteen, she walks along the edge of the pool. I can see her fantasizing catching the eye of every guy. A ripple will cause my memories to fade to where all I see is my own face. Eye to eye with who I was and continue to be, I take my dive head first at the end too deep.