So I walked home dripping and barefoot in my bathing suit, wringing my long, dark hair out as I went.
I was amazed by what I saw.
It felt as if my life depended on it.
On the concrete apron surrounding the main pool, I watched my older cousin, Allen, who wore goggles and nose plugs, warm up by windmilling his arms.
But underwater my body slowed, and falling turned into something else altogether.
As we drove over a bridge or causeway, she spoke about what would happen when we hit the water.
She was two years younger than I was, condescending and dull.
Trying to lie on the bottom of the pool for as long as possible.