I miss my pajamas.
Thursday, August 9th, 2007I suppose it’s the weather lately that’s reminding me about the days I spent treacherously running around the neighborhood pool. I musta been about 6. That would’ve been 1982. Wait, that can’t be right. That would’ve been like 3rd grade or . . . wait. Five, I wanna say five.
The pool was just south of Liberty Park. A rather boring park short of the fact that is that was home to a retired army tank. And not just any army tank . . one that swallowed a kid. Or a kid fell inside and couldn’t get out. Or maybe a kid fell off it once, I don’t really remember.
My brother, sister and I all had summer passes to what used to be the local YMCA. We spent every single day at the pool during that summer. There was absolutely nothing else to do. Plus it’s where everyone else was. It’s where you could see and be seen. And as a 5 year old, that’s mildly important.