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.

We loved it, and during the summer of my senior year the Beatles came out with “I want to hold our hand.”

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”.