Different StrokesJuly 3rd, 2015 | Posted by in Uncategorized
During my pre-teen years I spent
most of my summer days
at the pool.
My companions were Lynette
and Elaine, cousins and my
I was the tomboy of the group,
spending all of my time
diving from the low boards,
spinning off the high,
staying in the water until the
whistle blew signifying a
mandatory ten minute time out.
At this time teenagers and adults
were the only ones allowed in the
pool. Lynette and Elaine would
get up and wiggle over to the
edge, dipping their toes into
the water, squealing accordingly
if they happened to get splashed.
Once the whistle blew I was back
in the water in a flash. They would
return to their beach towels, roll
their hair up in huge brush curlers
then lie in the sun and bake; turning
up the transistor radio, turning on
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