As a kid I lived in water. I could spend hours, literally, in the pool or the lake. I loved it - because I was free. I would dance and twirl, do head stands and pretend I was a million different things. There were no barriers. All the things I couldn't do on dry land, I could do as a fish...in the water.
I haven’t been in the water in at least 10 years. Somewhere along the lines it became too difficult to get in and out of pools and such. A couple years ago I tried to find an aquatic therapy pool back home, but was unsuccessful. The closest one I could find was in Huntington Beach, but it wasn't accessible (odd… for a therapy pool) - so my heart continued to long for its old familiar friend.
And then, this happened...
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