Summer Tradition: Swimming Holes
Eventually Ursula returned, and grudgingly joined in the fun. She got in line and jumped off the ledge herself into the cold water, and beamed as she popped back up in the current. She scrambled up the bank and did it again. Her friend Mercy overcame her nervousness and jumped from a lower shelf on the opposite side of the pool. The campers’ fearlessness might have inspired her.
And I suddenly remembered what it felt like to be 12 again, and finally daring to jump off the highest spot at the Ledges. How big it made me feel. How proud. The camper made her 50th jump into Emerald Pool, and I cheered with the rest of them.
As Ursula was toweling off, I swear she looked older. She said to Mercy, “Isn’t this place awesome?” Something had gotten into her.