This must be Glacier National Park that my dad was telling me about. It almost looks like home; if my home had shorter mountains and taller trees.
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The Swimming Pool
I took a deep breath and slowly moved into deeper waters. As my toes left the bottom of the pool, I moved my legs in the bicycle motion that my dad taught me. My hands frantically paddled the water, and I edged closer to my friends. I was not a very good swimmer but didn’t want them to know. I reached for the edge of the pool and waited while Robin tossed the rings into the water.
Aléna Orrison, Author and Editor 