Where Would You Love to Go Swimming?
I learned to swim at a YWCA pool. When we were kids, we went to Coburn's Pond (I think that's what it was called). My aunt and her family lived on Coburn's Farm and there was a little pond across the street. We would head there in the summer, walking through the tall grass (well it seemed tall to me). When I got older, I'd go to camp on Little Island Pond in Pelham, NH. I never loved pond/lake swimming. The bottom was too gooey. The place that I loved to swim best has always been the ocean.
When we were small, my mother, my aunt, and one of their friends would pool their limited resources and rent a place at the beach for the summer. (New Hampshire does have 18 miles of coastline, and some of those miles have accessible beaches. Really!) I loved falling asleep to the sound of the waves. Once it got dark. (Our mothers, those crazy twenty-somethings, would set the clocks ahead and put us to bed, so the six of us would be easy for our 13 year old babysitter to handle.)
I'm not much of an ocean swimmer, not in the sense of the people who actually swim in the ocean. I'm more of a sunbather...someone who occasionally wades in to cool off. I might dive into the waves, or ride them, but I don't set out along the shore to swim.
Still, the place where I would love to go swimming (again) is Magen's Bay in St. Thomas: