I never really learned to swim as a kid. I can keep myself alive and I can move forward in a reasonable fashion but have never felt completely at home in the water. I certainly never learned to dive, but despite that, every summer I would venture up onto the high dive and summon the courage to jump off.
I dreaded it every year. I have no idea why I continued to do it, even into my adult years. My sons probably dared me.
To my great relief, most pools no longer have diving boards, much less high dives, and I’ve somehow gained enough sense as I’ve aged to no longer feel the need to do things I’m afraid of….recovery takes way too long after an injury.
Enter my grandsons! They love this slide at our neighborhood pool so yesterday I climbed to the top of the steps and photographed what they see from the top.
Followed by this sequence as Judah entered the pool!
