Summer Pleasures: Soothing Swim.

One of my favorite childhood memories is of my father dashing off to the local pool with me the second he got home from work in the hot summer months. He was always that parent, the one that always gave in to my "Just five more minutes" pleas. Every. Single. Time.

There was always something about that weightless feeling in the pool that made me feel like I wasn't disabled, if only for awhile. Sometimes, I just used to walk back and forth in the 3-feet end, waiting for that moment when my feet would meet the bottom of the pool. The hard concrete stung my feet sometimes, but just that motion of, literally, putting one foot in front of the other made me smile, as if I were actually walking. Sometimes I'd even do a little dance, too. I didn't care if anyone was watching, either, friends! xoxo

[Photos by abby try again, via A CUP OF JO]