My Life

I remember the summer of my 4th year as one of the happiest summers of my life.  My mother would drive us out to the club every day.  While I was taking my swim lesson with Chuck, my mother would watch my older brother in the junior pool, and play with my one year old sister in the wading pool.  By August I had learned a decent freestyle, and was working on my breast-stroke and butterfly.  Chuck had singled me out, and taken me under his wing.  We would eat lunch at the club, and stop by the library on the way home.  I spent long afternoons reading under the big maple tree in our backyard. Paradise.