Monday we began the start of summer with a pool party at my daughter’s house. Kids and adults swam and splashed in the clean, refreshing water. It was nothing like the pool my friends and I dug one summer when I was about 10.
We lived next door to the Chizmars. They had a son, Terry, and a daughter, Diane, who were my friends and playmates. One hot summer day we decided it would be a good idea to dig ourselves a swimming pool. The Chizmars had a large empty back yard and we obtained permission from the parents to dig a pool. We spent several weeks digging. We began early and dug all day in the hot sun with dreams of our new swimming pool prodding us on. It would be wonderful. Finally we decided it was big enough. We had dug a hole about 3 feet deep and about 10 feet by 16 feet across. We all put on our swimsuits, unrolled the garden hose, and carried the hose out to edge of our pool. With great excitement we turned on the water. We learned a lot about mud that day. Our pool just sort of caved in around us as it filled with water. It was a great lesson in learning to deal with disappointment.