Posted by Lauren Schleicher
I remember the hill. To me, it seemed like a mountain that my friends and I raced down to see who could roll or run down it the fastest. I remember how cold and wet the ground felt on my feet as I walked to the snack stand to get a frozen Charleston Chew and how my mother would warn me to let it soften so it wouldn’t break my teeth. I remember the disappointment I would feel when the lifeguard blew the whistle and yelled “adult swim!” and we would have to get out of the pool and sit on the edge while the adults swam their laps. While we swam, our parents would stand in the shallow end, talking to each other. The JCC pool was a staple as a kid growing up in Marblehead. Before I went to overnight camp, I swam there every day. The people I met became my family, and I will never forget those summers.
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