We migrate to the beach for our annual summer stay. Fist stop: the swimming pool. This is the pool my daughter learned to swim in. Shaded by giant oak trees in the afternoon, this pool is our favorite spot to pass the time before dinner. Today we have it to ourselves but next time we are bound to meet visitors from Ohio, Connecticut or New York.
In their matching rainbow splashed swimsuits my girls splash and paddle. My little one asks to try swimming without her floatie and I help her glide through the water. "You are going to learn to swim like me," says her sister. "I'll show you."
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