It’s getting that time. All the kiddos are asking me when I’m going to open the pool. They are awed by my awesome slides into the pool. If pool sliding were an Olympic event, I’m there.
It starts with “the climb.” Up the ladder that is. That ladder is tall, very tall, especially for a short chick. As the crowd (of kiddos) cheers me on, I put one foot in front of the other until I reach the summit.
From there it is all downhill, literally. All I have to do is simply let go. My fans cheer and encourage me (just let go for crying out loud!) until I begin my descent. The grace of the glide is fantastic!My adrenalin pumps. Hands held high as if riding a roller coaster, off I go to plunge into the blue, cool water.
I’m never sure what happens about halfway down that causes to me to grab my nose and start screaming.