While we were there, I noticed that my wife and I waded, paddled, floated and swam. But kids all around us (mostly boys) jumped, shouted, splashed and dove. There was a certain energy that was happening at the pool tonight that we’ve not exhibited in many years.
And I started to wonder: Are we old and tired or are we more mature? Or is it a combination of both.
I would love to belly-flop off the board, go head-first from the edge of the water, dive for sunken objects. I would enjoy running full blast into the water and playing Marco-Polo with my eyes shut tight. But I don’t. I glide lazily back and forth, from one side wall to the other, covering my squinting eyes with sunglasses and my lily-white skin with lotion.
Okay…let’s admit it. I’m just old.