I was at the bottom of the pool, holding my breath for what seemed like an eternity, so I could pick up more money than I'd earn in a summer's worth of allowances. Just before the gun would fire, I'd secure my goggles and pinpoint the silver dollars and quarters. Minutes later, thousands of coins would fly through the air, hit the water with a splash, then glide to the bottom. Eventually, I'd hear a high pitched wine as the loudspeaker would click on, and before the announcer would even begin to speak, I'd be running for the pool's edge. Once my belly was full, I'd spend time with my friends just hanging out under the sunlit sky, but I could never fully relax in anticipation of the last event of the day. He was the reigning chubby bunny champion for years. Also, every year I'd stuff my mouth full of marshmallows, and with cheeks puffed, try to say "chubby bunnies," but inevitably would lose to my brother. Throughout the afternoon, I'd feast on burgers and a pot luck of food and would find myself diving face first into a pie, in an eating contest, of course. My mother, wearing a frilly flower covered bathing cap that couldn't possibly allow any water leakage, would slip into the pool, being careful not to splash water on her head and gracefully glide across the pool at a snails pace, driving me absolutely crazy. We'd cheer as loud as we could, but it never got her to the other wall any faster. I'd dive in and fly across the pool and be the first to touch the wall. But sometimes, no matter how hard I'd try, I'd lose. Each year, I'd convince my mom to swim with me in a mother/daughter relay race. One of my favorite games involved swimming across the pool with a ping pong ball on a spoon dangling precariously out of my mouth. A little wind and the hollow plastic ball would go skipping across the water, which meant I'd have grab the ball, race to the starting line, and begin again.Ĭompeting was always fun, winning was even better. My parents would settle in at a table with their friends, I'd politely say "hello" to everyone present, then run and jump into the pool. It wouldn't be long before a loud gunshot would fire, signaling the start of the games. I loved competing, to see if I could swim the farthest underwater, make the biggest splash doing a cannon ball, or blow a balloon across the pool the fastest. Make a dreamy dessert for your next patriotic themed party! These Red, White, and Blue Striped Creamy Coconut Stars are SO tasty and amazingly beautiful, you're guest will eat these up in a flash!Īs a child, Fourth of July was as big a holiday as any other. My entire family would head off to the neighborhood pool for an amazing party complete with games, food, and prizes.
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