Not until yesterday did I ever get the experience of watching a swim meet.
It was pure torture!
beautiful sparkling blue poola
that I couldn't touch.
I wanted to drink it!
I wanted to dunk my head and swim all over in it!
At one point, I thought to myself,
"They're not using this lane.
I can just put my feet in a dangle for a little bit."
It was probably the only time in my life that I wished
I wore a bikini to my son's dive meet!