Today, I am going to talk about being brave. 
 In the dictionary, brave means willing to do things which are difficult, dangerous or painful; not to be afraid. In the dictionary, it also says that a synonym would be courageous. To me at first, it used to mean not to be afraid, but now, it means not thinking about being scared but just doing it, like the book says. I think I haven’t ever been unafraid of something. So I will write about something that was difficult to do. 
 One day before my swimming class, I wanted to know what diving felt like, so I decided to give it a try. That swimming pool was about 1.5 meters deep. I had a hard time finding my nerve. I was afraid I would get water up my nose or hit my head on the swimming pool floor. Finally, finally, I plucked up the courage to sit on the very edge of the swimming pool and slide into it. That went by smoothly. Next, I challenged myself to crouch on the same spot, jump forwards a little, and then, into the swimming pool. I convinced myself to do it by saying in my head that this was the same as sliding into that clear liquid. So, I jumped. I soon found out I was right. The sensation was almost the same as slithering into the swimming pool. And then, I stood up. I took a deep breath, bent my knees a little, and leapt into the air. For a moment, I was suspended in mid-air. Then I fell with a splash! My feet hit the floor, and I buckled up. I stood up and started to paddle frantically towards the surface. 
 In the book, Annemarie is brave when she met the soldiers on the path carrying the handkerchief to Uncle Henrik. 
   In the end, it is still always good to be brave.