Colleen's Mom 97 x 365

“Here we go into the cold blue yonder!” she’d sing cheerfully as she drove us to early morning swimming lessons at Wing Park Pool. Summer mornings in northern Illinois could be quite chilly and Colleen’s mom’s cheeriness felt a lot like malicious teasing to we three blue-lipped, chattering-teethed, prepubescent girls.

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Otter said…
I remember those chilly June mornings too.
Shivers!
12/20/06, 3:57 PM
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