The Wading Pool

My parents, both born and bred in Indiana, uprooted their family and moved us all to Texas when my siblings and I were 10, 7 and 6. The first thing my mother did after our move was enroll us in swimming lessons. She knew that the hotter weather here meant that water activities were a big part of summer vacations. She herself never learned to swim, and was personally terrified of water any deeper than that of a wading pool. She was determined that her children would not suffer that same fate. The three of us became decent swimmers and … Continue reading The Wading Pool