Last weekend, my grandson celebrated his 7th birthday down at the lake with four of his buddies. It was over 90 degrees so the swimming was great.
The rope swing was their favorite activity by far. One after the other, launching themselves into space hoping for a wet landing, seeing who could get out the farthest and make the biggest splash.
But before long, the competition heats up and they start fighting. No fists, just water fights — all in fun. It was a great way to forget about starting school the next day.
Thought for the Day: I have often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.