I knew this was
coming. It
wasn’t the first time that I had refused to jump.
At the end of every session, all the kids took turns jumping into
the deep end. Linda, or one
of her five brothers, would catch us and then swim us close enough to
the edge so that when they pushed us away from them, all we’d have to
do is surf the wave the push made, catch the side and pull ourselves
out. But they
didn’t really catch you. After
you jumped in, they always let you go under first, before they would
help you. I didn’t think
they’d ever let any of us drown, but that few seconds under the water
was enough of a failure for me.
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