Chris loves water, he always has. As a kiddo he would go to the Stansbury pool in good ol' Tooele county a couple times a week. He would flip and fly off the diving board, loving every minute of it.
I, on the other hand, am not the biggest fan of swimming. I just don't understand it. I never have. I don't necessarily hate it but I definitely don't love it. Indifferent to the splashing around and such. But can you blame me? When I was little I had horrible ear infections all the time and I had extremely sensitive skin. The combination makes for a bad time at the pool.
The process to just get into the pool was just that, a process. While everyone else was running and diving gracefully into the the pool, I was getting in uniform. First my mom had to shove silly putty in my ears so water wouldn't get into them. Do you know what silly putty does in 90 degree weather? Melts, yep, melts right into my hair. Sticking pretty good to my strawberry blonde strands. Water always seeped in some how and without fail, I would get an ear infection.
Next, The sun screen. Being the only fair skinned child in a very nicely tanned Italian family, I was the only one of my siblings that had to be slathered in sun screen and still, my pasty pale skin always managed to get extremely sunburned. Awesome. To this day, sun screen stings my sensitive skin. My skin gets red and burned just from the sun screen and then I get an awesome sun burn on top of that. Swimming is so fun.
What are Nory's feelings on the matter?
This brave little child had so much fun in the water. We couldn't keep her off the water slide. She kept running to the big huge, twisty water slide. Crazy baby.
Swimming, Swings, Smores, tents, and campfire smelling hair for weeks after the trip...oh yes, let the camping season begin!!!
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