Christmas Memories: Forgotten at the Pool

Since, I didn't do last week's Christmas Memory post, here it is this week.

Some of the most memorable times at Christmas are centered around the pool. I have been having swim practices during Christmas for many years.

One year was incredibly fun in the pool during Christmas! I had a late night swim practice and was sick, but I needed to swim. Anyways, the swim practice ended around 10-11pm. As parents were picking up their daughters and my friends were going home, my dad was still not there! I had checked multiple times outside, but to no avail. My phone was also dead, so I could not contact my family. Thankfully, some teammates and the coach waited with me. One of my teammates offered her phone to call my family. They picked up and I finally got to figure out what was happening. It went a little like this

“Hi Mom, did Dad forget to pick me up?”

“Oh, Shit!” she said drowsily. “Ooh, He fell asleep waiting (to get you)”

“Oh can you wake him up to get me?”

“Yeah let me wake him up”

“I can take you home” said my teammate.

Thankfully, my teammate took me to my house and told me funny stories along the way, but I got home around 12:10 am.

It wasn’t fun, but it was funny.

God Bless!

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