This is my cousin Justin's pool. There are so many great memories from here. I think my very first curse words took place in the massive yard behind the pool that connects to their neighbor's yard. We had life made in every sense of the meaning.
My brother and I would wake up, ride a few miles to this location before making the tough decision to ride BMX bikes or play baseball -- usually both. Then, we would jump in the pool for some wrestling matches. It would feature me against my cousin and my brother.
On the very perimeter of the pool, my Dad jammed a very deserving bar of soap in my mouth in front of my family because it needed to be cleaned up. A memorable metaphor that sticks with me today. Did I mention that we would go in my cousin's house and raid the refrigerator throughout the day?