We had three that I recall. The first was half way up the mountain and through the woods to a hole that was excavated in the process of trying to locate coal for strip mining. Apparently it was a bust because it was abandoned and then rain and spring water created a pond. Skinny dipping was the name of the game.
When I got older, we walked to the river over a dusty old road and got all dirty from the dust of passing vehicles clinging to our perspiring selves. Making it to the river, we put on our trunks and swam from the shore to the railroad bridge piling and dived off a large rock. Once I swam across the complete width of the river going from pier to pier. These were the days of no sewage treatment and overprotective mothers, and I'm still alive to tell the tale. We walked back over the same road and got all sweaty and dirty again.
Lastly was a more civilized swimming hole at an amusement park with a floating dock and sandy bottom Nearby was a penny arcade.
I hardly ever have swam since.
When I got older, we walked to the river over a dusty old road and got all dirty from the dust of passing vehicles clinging to our perspiring selves. Making it to the river, we put on our trunks and swam from the shore to the railroad bridge piling and dived off a large rock. Once I swam across the complete width of the river going from pier to pier. These were the days of no sewage treatment and overprotective mothers, and I'm still alive to tell the tale. We walked back over the same road and got all sweaty and dirty again.
Lastly was a more civilized swimming hole at an amusement park with a floating dock and sandy bottom Nearby was a penny arcade.
I hardly ever have swam since.
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