The summer that my mom was pregnant with my little sister, i spent a lot of time with my aunt, Alice. I remember many toasted bagels and glasses of apple juice that summer. I also remember going swimming.
I was only two, so “swimming” was just sitting in a few inches of water at the local community baby pool. I remember at one point that one of the other kids splashed rather energetically and got me wetter than I wanted to be – probably my face and hair. I guess I didn’t like confrontation even then, because I elected to just remove myself from the situation.
I climbed out of the pool and ran across the hot concrete to my towel, where I could dry off. The towel was spread out and warm, toasting in the sun. Rather than wrap up in it and have nothing to sit on, I decided to do like the other ladies I saw at the pool. I laid down on my belly in the bright sunshine and waited for the rays to dry my wet hair.
Isn’t it weird what you remember from being a child?