Sometimes What Matters Most Is Being in the Pool

I grew up less than two blocks from a couple of swimming pools. I spent most summer days there…doing crazy jumps off the board, diving for treasure, creating stories, and generally horsing around. Notice “swim laps” was not in that little rundown. Though I love swimming, I’m no real swimmer. I mean, I can swim—my dad made sure I knew how—but I could never be competitive in it.

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