I am about to cross that invisible line from middle age to whatever comes after that.
My memories come flooding down. I was thinking of those hot summer days we spent at Officer’s Lake. It really wasn’t a lake. It was a cove on the stagnant back waters of the Tombigbee River where someone dumped about four truck loads of sand and called it a beach.
I fell in love that summer and my boyfriend tried to teach me how to swim. When I put on my rubber cap and snapped the chin strap, he disappeared and never came back.
I guess he wasn’t “the one”.