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2.04.2009

My Life: Chapter 3

It was when I was about 7 that my dad announced to the family that we would be moving. I was devastated and scared, but also a bit excited. You see, we were only moving about 10 miles away to a nicer neighborhood, but this would be a good first step in what would be many moves across the U.S. So with that, we said goodbye to the neighbors, loaded up the truck, and moved into the “Monte Vista house”. It was a nice house, built almost completely out of brick with lots of trees and a big backyard. It wasn’t long before we made friends with the kids across the street. The eldest, Audrey, was my age, then there was Clinton, and finally Whitney, who was James’ age. We liked to go over there and play house; it worked out quite nicely because we could all pretend that we were married. It was at this house that I first learned to swim. My parents had signed me up for swimming lessons, and every week my mom would drive me to the teacher’s house where the pool was. I remember standing at the edge of the diving board, terrified to jump in because the pool looked so dark and deep, and I could have sworn that I saw a shark swimming around down there. This wouldn’t be my only terrifying experience involving pools. Later that year we went down to the community pool with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. My uncle thought it would be fun to throw me through the air into the pool, except for the fact that my swimshorts had caught about a gallon of water and ripped off right as he tossed me into the air. I flew through the air butt naked for what seemed like an eternity, finally landing in the water with a face nearly as red as my lost shorts. I glanced over to see two teenage girls giggling, and it was at this moment that I first learned what embarrassment was.

1 comments:

Renelle Davis said...

Ahh...sitting back and relaxing with a cup of java and reading about Kyle's most embarassing moments on a lovely winter day...it doesn't get much better than this! :)