We got the kids together and talked about places they wanted to go over summer break. Nathan said he wanted to go to "the place where the President's heads are shaved out of the mountain." Bryse said he wanted to go to Lake Titicaca. After further discussion, I advised the kids we could go to "Lake Kid Did a Caca", otherwise known as the "community swimming pool". I still remember our last visit to the swimming pool, just like it was yesterday: I was floating on my back in the lazy river, enjoying the afternoon when a lifeguard from the spotting tower started blowing his whistle. Loud sirens then started blaring and helicopters flew overhead. A lady next to me started screaming, "Shark! Shark!" Immediately following this, people started to panic and began exiting the water as fast as they could. It was not a pretty scene. Children started crying for their mothers. Mothers started crying for their husbands. Husbands also...
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