The Pool As A Place of Peace
From the Swimming World website...
By Jordan Fargo (Guest Editorial)
Every August, I can’t help but remember all of the times my dad would wake up nice and early to drive me to Sunday morning swim practice for my club team. He’d make me a piece of toast, butter it, and leave it on the kitchen counter with a bottle of water. He’d be waiting in the car before I even got out of bed.
