The Right Spirit

Ann hurled herself out of the pool and ran out of the gate to meet her mother. She was almost nine years old and felt pretty grown-up most of the time, but today she was close to crying.

"He's so mean—nobody likes him, and he yells so loud it scares me—I don't want to swim anymore. Do I have to?" This came in one big breath as she jumped into the car beside her mother.

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