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On a beautiful summer day, my children wake with these two small words hovering on their lips.  Like a silent plea, their eyes hold the anticipation of serendipitous playmates in the cool, frivolous waters of the public pool.  My own apprehensions follow me pulling at my attention with the weight of my pool bag, cluttered and burdensome.  So we pile into the car, excitement and anxiety our invisible companions and wade into the day.  Like holding our breath and reaching blindly for diving toys resting at the bottom of the pool, each visit brings unexpected gifts of friendship.  Sometimes for one and occasionally for all.  At the end of our play, we leave tired with satisfied smiles, eager for another pool day.