The hot and sticky summer air, suddenly cooled by a swimming invite. The smell of chlorine and the burn in our eyes. Can you guess what I'm saying underwater? Rate this dive 1-10, 10 being the best. Marco. Polo. Fish out of water! Swimming, swimming, swimming. All day long. Dragged out by our parents and halos around the back porch lights. One more dive mom please? One more dunk. Wait! I have to put my hair up. Stalling for a few more minutes, frightened of the cool night air.
Too tired to walk home, I take a seat on my dads shoulders. We are making our way home across the backyards of our neighbors.
I have just been clotheslined.