As a kid I spent many hours at the local pool. It costs 50 cents to get in. I’d either walk there or ride my bike. Funny how memory works, I can even remember some of the swimsuits I had. There was a beautiful patterned suit with varying shades of green. Then there was one inspired by the American flag.
I took swim lessons there. They lined us all up in the shallow end and barked instructions at us. Lessons were in the morning. Then I might turn around and go back again in the afternoon just to hang out.
Shimmering turquoise blue water, always welcoming. I worked on trying to do a somersault off the diving board. I would see how long I could swim along the bottom. I’d race against my companions.
When I needed a break from the water I’d work on my tan. I was a serious tanner back in the day.
The pool, the water, the sunshine. My summer sanctuary.