Early last summer Cousin Dara came to town from California. The boys look forward to this despite the age gap. Dara is 5. She keeps these boys on their toes. One afternoon we took her to my aunt's pool. I sat back in a deck chair and let the boys have it. We had heard Dara could swim, but we weren't sure how strong her skills were, so I told the boys to stick close. That was no easy task. She delighted in running alongside the edge of the pool, calling out to one of the boys to catch her, and launching herself in. It did not matter to her that the boys were nowhere near where she landed. The two of them got a serious workout, trying to keep up, then catch, then escort her back to the side, just in time to have the whole cycle repeat itself. It was a delight to watch. And I was happy my name was not being called to do any catching, as I could not have kept up with that dynamo.
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