By The Domestic Rebel on June 11, 2014
One of my favorite childhood pasttimes was swimming. I refused to leave the water, only to be bribed out with the promise of an ice cream bar or a Happy Meal. My grandma had a diving board and my brother, sister and I (along with our friends, who were always over) would spend hours swimming, diving, belly-flopping and splashing, often having diving and flipping contests. . . .