In the beginning memories of my early childhood, at least those that I can recall, there was one pessimistic idea that seemed to always reoccur: the worst outcome would come out of any situation. During the summer while I was still in elementary school, I would continuously swim in our heated, inground pool with my brother. On one day, in particular, my brother took one of our inflatable tubes and placed it near one of the edges of the pool in the shallow end, and then climbed out to walk back towards our walkout deck. Once he arrived at the end of our sidewalk in front of the deck, he quickly ran until he reached the edge of the pool. What he did next left me in amazement. He jumped from the edge of the pool and straightened his body into a diving position so that he then dove through the middle of the tube into the water.
In the beginning memories of my early childhood, at least those that I can recall, there was one pessimistic idea that seemed to always reoccur: the worst outcome would come out of any situation. During the summer while I was still in elementary school, I would continuously swim in our heated, inground pool with my brother. On one day, in particular, my brother took one of our inflatable tubes and placed it near one of the edges of the pool in the shallow end, and then climbed out to walk back towards our walkout deck. Once he arrived at the end of our sidewalk in front of the deck, he quickly ran until he reached the edge of the pool. What he did next left me in amazement. He jumped from the edge of the pool and straightened his body into a diving position so that he then dove through the middle of the tube into the water.