learning the ropes

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?

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