It never ceases to amaze me how a swimming pool is so inviting for a child. “Where’s my trunks?” Tim asks. He is ready for a water adventure. I smile. Tim is our youngest of three. Tim takes life in stride. Unlike his siblings, Tim is quiet and even-tempered. This weekend, he gets to be with my husband and I at a hotel – no brother, no sister. The suggestion of this trip brought the excitement out of him. “Yessss!” Tim exclaimed.
So I sit here by the pool watching Tim play a pretend football game. He quarterback throws the football into the ring and scores. Playing the radio announcer, Tim projects a play-by-play, scoring the hero point. “And the crowd goes wild – Ahhhhh!” he says waving his hands in the air.
A joy of childhood is penned as a slice to remember.