The Morning Journal: by Paris Wolfe
When I was about 9, I took swimming lessons at the Chardon Village swimming pool. I can still see the aqua L-shape with black stripes in the long section, a rope with oblong white floats separating a short, deep hopper.
I was a quick learner and mastered the low diving board. But I hated heights. So when encouraged to climb the 10-foot high aluminum ladder, I trembled. Hand-over-hand, I ascended. Then I walked to the end of the grit-surfaced white board and sat down. Read the Full Story Here
