Return of Memoryfest - Day 10/31

[bironic]

This one's in the same vein as yesterday's. Maybe some of you will have swimming pool-related memories or stories about meeting relatives, since the unconscious shriek didn't resonate much.

And I will be replying tomorrow. The head cold, it muddies the brain, and I had to play catch-up at work today after taking most of yesterday off.


10. High School

My grandfather's cousin R. and R.'s teenaged son M. came to visit from Sydney, Australia when I was about 14. My sister and my friend and I were out back in the swimming pool when they arrived. M. introduced himself by stripping down to his bathing suit and cannonballing in with us. We all started playing around. Soon he upended the float I was lying on. I remember letting out a cry when he did it, even though I'm a pretty quiet person and even though I saw him coming, and marveling at it as I hit the water.

WTF

Comments

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

I very rarely used the local public pool when I was a kid because my aunt and two of my best friends all had pools and I preferred the privacy their back yards afforded. But when I did go to the public one (for parties or swimming lessons, usually) I was always amused by the sign on the front gate: Welcome To Our Ool. Notice There Is No P In It. Please Keep It That Way.

BTW, have you ever noticed what a ridiculous word 'pool' is?

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Ah, the public pool: chlorine, crowds, slimy showers, and an ice cream stand. Ours did not have the P sign. It must have been endlessly hilarious to a kid, no?

I like "pool." Lop off the "l," though, and there's a ridiculous word.