My first brush with death. Somewhere between 10 and 12 years old, I was walking around the edge of the pool, just as I was told not to do. And I fell in the deep end. As I was looking up, slowly sinking to the bottom I saw my dad diving in to haul me up. The weird part is, as I sank I never thought anything was wrong.
~Jeff Hahn
We watched one time, peeking through the fence, when some church was doing baptisms in the swimming pool. People were wearing choir robes in the swimpool! Someone was dunking them backwards under water! I was so dumbfounded! It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! Our parents tried shooing us away from the fence and kept shushing us but we gravitated back. Weird!
~Penni Mc
I remember one time when Jeanne jumped in and lost her top. Terry had to dive down and get it for her.
~Candy O
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Uncle Bob! You are a hero!
Terry! You are a hero,too!
:)
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