While Meg and I were in San Antonio, we jumped in the pool. It was a little chilly at first, but was quite refreshing after I got used to it. Of course, Meg jumped right in and told me I was silly for thinking it was cold.
I remember as a kid swimming at my neighbor's house. As long as the water temp was above 78, we would swim and swim and swim. As an adult, I'd prefer the temperature of a pool to be around 90. I wonder when the change occurred.
Here are a few pictures of Meg while we were swimming. I still love my camera and can't believe I survived without it for so long.
The Party Crasher
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“Here I am mourning the end of my 6 years as a pampered only child. Suburb
of Paris, 1992.” (submitted by IG @ladame.en.noir )
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