In Cuba I Was a German Shepherd

I have a childhood friend named Timmy Joe who always enjoys playing a risky game. We are residing in Connecticut and studying in the Brookfield public school. One day as we were walking, Joe expressed that we have not learnt a complete swimming course even at the age of 15 and should feel ashamed. Even I thought it was correct and right away we entered the dive shop aquatic center and admitted ourselves by paying $15. Though we have swimming classes once a week in our school, we are not thought of exact techniques to swim. I reversed my idea and stayed back on seeing the pool. Not even a single person was found around the pool. Joe with a big splash jumped into the water. As he lost his balance in the legs, he slowly started to drown. He was fluttering his hands and legs but he could not come up. I ran here and there shouting for help. After 10 minutes, a man came and brought him out from the pool.