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Tuesday, July 05, 2011

NaBloPoMo July prompt

Are you scared of being in open water?

I grew up in Maine, just a short drive from the coast. My mom worked with the community education program so I was involved in a lot of their camps during both the school year and summer.

Day campers often found themselves spending time at Winslow, a local park on the water. My family even rented a cottage there for extended visits. When I was in high school, I ran a day camp for ages 3-6 and we tried to have a beach day every week. We'd load the kids on a giant bus and truck them out to the water for sunshine and swimming.

Every time I go back to Maine, I want to visit Winslow. I don't care if there are more beautiful beaches north and south of it. I don't care that it's tiny. It's my beach. I love swimming in the ocean (but only in August, please, when it's "warm") and looking at the familiar seascapes of Winslow. I love the sound of the waves and the smell of the salt. I love the feeling of sand between my toes and seeing the piles of seaweed that have washed onto the beach.

Open water doesn't intimidate me. It's where I grew up. I took my daughter there this summer and I wish she could grow up on the water as well. We'll have to settle for summer vacations as often as possible, because she's a little fish and I know she'll love it too.


  1. Cute pool, where did you get it? We need to get our little fishes together for some swimming fun!

  2. the pool is from smith's and we do need to play!! let me know what your work schedule is like so we can coordinate getting together.

  3. I love open water too. I just went to San Diego and went to the beach every day. I would love to visit Maine one day. I've never been to the north. Maybe we could go together. A girls weekend? One day.

  4. She looks so happy in the pool! At least she's been able to experience the beach. :)

  5. She does look super cute in that pool. She is a doll. I love to swim, but I am totally afraid of water that I cannot see the bottom of and that I can cut my feet or touch something super gross on said non-see-able bottom if I were to touch it with bare feet. I love Lake Powell, but I feel like I have to wear shoes in the water, sometimes even out in the middle, where it is forever deep.


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