We were at her cousins’ pool. “I like our pool better,” she announced.
“Oh?” we responded. “Why?”
“Because of the rope.”
Pause. “The rope?”
“Our pool has the rope and I know I can go out to the rope and stand. At this pool it got deeper than I could stand and I didn’t know it.”
Ah. She likes our pool better because of the rope. Makes perfect sense.
It’s about knowing limits. It’s about knowing you need to know your limits.
Did I know that when I was six?
Will she remember that when she’s sixteen? twenty-six? forty-six?