I arrived at Veterans Memorial Pool 45 minutes before closing time. I realized it was late in the day but I had two objectives. I needed to immerse myself in some cold water. Also, I had been waiting weeks to finally see my sweet friend Ashley along with her 3 precious kiddos. I was greeted properly with hugs, kisses, and questions. I've found sometimes that cooperation isn't such a horrible word. However, it doesn't fall into the passive category either; I secretly was wondering how that would play out. Truthfully, I don't know who started the water fight but it's not about blame, right? My memories of the rest of my fun time spent at the pool is hazy at best. Lots of dunking, water up the nose, and legs running underwater but getting no where (like those creepy dreams when you're frozen). I did hear my name echo through the tablespoon of water in my ear. Sadly, it was time to go. So, I invited all of them over for dinner and chaos. And yes, of course they rode with me.