Fear from a 7 year olds perspective:The Swimming Pool Incident.
Today my wife and I quite enjoy the water. We have a small pool in our backyard, and even though I affectionately call it our chemical dump (due to the amount of chlorine I dump in it each summer), it certainly cools us off on 116 degree Phoenix days. While I thoroughly love the water today, as a kid I was terrified. For a 7 year old it represented the great unknown. I remember a particular incident in which I jumped in the deep end of the pool and could not get out. I just simply sank. Fortunately, my mother rescued this 7 year old and all was good with the world or so I thought.
My mother recognizing the folly of what just happened and promptly enrolled yours truly in swim class. The shallow end became my place of refuge. As long as I could touch the bottom all became okay. After a couple weeks had passed, our teacher told us we had to swim across the pool by Friday: not in the shallow end, but the deep end. I was terrified! The teacher also told us we could not advance to intermediate swim class unless we swam across the pool. Friday came and I just could not jump in the deep end. My swimming instructor God bless her soul, said I could jump and she would catch me. Well I did jump not in the water, but on top of her. Boy she was not happy so she sent me back to beginning swim. Needless to say I did not advance to intermediate the first part of the summer.
Eventually, my moment of truth came again. Later that Summer, I gained my confidence. I jumped in the deep end and swam across the East Flagstaff Junior School Pool. Victory at Last!
That Summer I learned that although something scares you that with enough practice fear can melt away.