Summertime

My first summer job was as a lifeguard at the local neighborhood pool, my brother and me.     I was more senior than him, and this suited me fine because I was also bossier and I could tell him what to do.  I loved telling him what to do.  Each season would start with an inconsistent application of sunscreen that made him look like a candy cane for the first ten days and in my mind only confirmed that I was the smarter child.  My mother will laugh at this.  We had three pools to watch, the wading pool, the kids pool and the adult pool and I affectionately recall my self-importance as I climbed into that lifeguard chair wearing my whistle.

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