Remember running in a doughboy pool around until the whirlpool was created? Finally it could sweep you off your feet and the funky baby waves would take you where you needed to go, usually into the body of another Poseidon wannabe, which was both fun and awkward.
Now they have those chlorine ridden Hell-holes, also known as waterparks. The machines make waves and the lazy river mimics our home made whirlpool. I’d prefer not to hang out with the crowds pretending the chemical actually masks pee, barf or fungus. There’s not much I miss about childhood except the shallow, cheaply manufactured neighbor’s pool. With just a few friends working together, that little payoff was somehow so satisfying. This growing up thing is so overrated. Suddenly I’m a million years old with grey/white hag hairs sticking straight up on my head announcing to the world that I’m older than people I’ve always considered “old.” Can we push slow motion or pause for just a little while so I can catch up with today’s chores today instead of tomorrow? I’ve become ridiculously nostalgic for things I didn’t even like when they came around the first time. When I do the endless, mindless chores I find myself youtubing old videos. Seems like my go-to memory lane place is 4th-8th grade. What am I trying to remember? Sometimes when I hear the songs, with the electronic drum beats and weak composition I wonder why we were so easy. And then I sing along of course. I try to remember if I was ever young, or innocent. I want to get lost in the dream of who I wanted to be. Do I still have a chance to be her? Anyone use baby oil instead of sunblock? I had a baby, I never lubed her up once with that crap. That was used only for laying out in the sun and cooking our flesh for aesthetic purposes. The actual flesh that was once very promising is now just a wee bit well done. Maybe that’s where those stupid wrinkles are coming from. It was the “sun-in” the hair, neon, zinc oxide on the nose of the hot lifeguard, at the Marina pool, while listening to one-hit-wonder days. There must have been a time in my life, where I felt happy and free. I think it’s the whirlpool. Perfection lies right when it gets rolling, and you’re working for something that manifests and you can see it and feel it, right before it takes you down. And even when you’re down, you can just let go.
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Joy
1/15/2018 07:09:53 am
I’m was right there with you in that whirlpool. Thanks for the memories. Makes me a little teary . Life is good. I Love You Anita.
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Rita
1/15/2018 10:11:37 am
Growing up in Manteca, the water park was everything! All I need is a day at the water park for a little nostalgia. When the entire town of teenagers work there every day school dance. And had nothing to do with the water or all the rides. Sun in, Vuarnets and Frog skin for the whities. Otherwise it was the neighborhood pool, underwater gymnastics and making out with the lifeguard during adult swim. Take off on your bike in the morning, don’t come home until sunset? Oh the adventures! Kids these days have no fun. I’m glad I was born in 69.
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