My dad was an art teacher, but for many summers he managed a community pool as well as worked as part of a maintenance crew for the school district. In summer, when we wasn't teaching, he usually carried big keys on one of these:
Sometimes he'd let me clip it to my belt so I could pretend I had big keys.
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I was never a great swimmer but I heard the chatter of kids in the pool and remember how the smell of your Coppertone seemed like it was an inseparable part of your skin. At each towel, Double-Golden Weekends and WOMP Stomps on little transistor radios with leather-like cases.
Wanting you then and never having you, is far better than never wanting you. I just thought you should know.