I think I learned to swim around the age of five. That was about the only thing I could do as well as my older sister. I took to the water like a fish. I remember hopping on my brand new, shiny blue, Schwinn bike my grandfather had bought for me. It had a big basket on the front handle bars for my towel. I couldn't quite reach the pedals, and the bike was as tall as I was, but I still managed to pedal that mile from my house to the swimming pool with determination.
Once at the pool... I was in heaven. I didn't even have to have a buddy to go with, though I did most of the time I think. There were two diving boards located at the deep end of the pool. One we called the low dive and the other the high dive. The high dive was about 10 to 12 feet high. I started jumping off that thing the minute I learned to swim. It had a ladder on the side. Straight up and narrow, the whole board shook while you climbed. The pool was unique in that it went from 3 feet at the shallow end all the way up 12 feet in the deeper end. I spent countless hours there. I would swim until that final sad whistle was blown telling everyone to leave.
As I watched Ike swim on Saturday, I couldn't help being a little envious. To have had the opportunity to be part of a swim team would have been a good thing for me. It was something I did well. It has also been a great blessing in little Ike's life, he LOVES it! He tried so hard on Saturday. He didn't give up. For just learning how to swim, he did a fantastic job.
Pretty sure this is a picture of me at that dilapidated pool.
I couldn't leave out Benz's great T-Ball game. He got great hits, ran hard, and slid in to home plate in his own simple way. He sat down on it.
Bay got a hit every time she got up to bat. She had a great day. We are so pleased with the good job she did.
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