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Barton Springs Pool – Austin, Texas
When I was 11 years old, my family moved to Mobile, Alabama. For the first time, we lived someplace hot enough long enough to own a swimming pool. As we moved in our house in the winter, I was marking down days ’till I could give our new pool a try.
When the pool’s temperature reached 68 degrees, I was sure it was plenty warm. The family breakfast table conversation went something like this:
“Can I go swimming today? The water is 68 degrees,” I asked my parents.
“No! That is too cold,” my mom replied.
“Just let her,” my dad replied, “I doubt she’ll stay in long.”
What a wise man. One dive in, one lap across the pool and I was done.
Fast forward…ahem…a few years to last summer.