When I was growing up, we didn’t have a swimming pool. No one I was really friends with owned a pool either. We went out in the morning to play ball, and by two in the afternoon, we were filthy, sweaty and exhausted. We played ball, caught grasshoppers, occasionally blew some things up if someone had firecrackers. It was good fun, but we probably shouldn’t have blown things up.
When a friend’s family did finally join a local swim club, it was always a real treat when you were the one invited to go along as a guest. You paid your dollar and you could swim all day long. It made you a special kind of tired that felt different than I was used to from my normal adventures.
I grew up, as kids will do, and now I’ve got a family of my own. As soon as I could afford it, I bought us our own swimming pool and stocked it with enough swimming pool supplies
to keep everyone happy and swimming through the summer.
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