Jumping off the Deep End
Having you ever jumped off the deep end? Literally? When I was about 9 years old, I went to Sunnyside Pool on the shores of Lake Ontario, the biggest outdoor pool in Toronto. I was with my brother, David, who is 2 years older than me. He was always confident and didn't show much fear of anything. I was hovering around the shallow end, about waist deep, comfortable. But I was watching David at the other end of the pool, jumping off the low diving board, having fun. Suddenly, he moved to the big diving board, climbed up the ladder and boldly jumped off. He did it again. And again. He seemed to be having so much fun. I decided I wanted to jump too. So I made my move. I went over and told him I want to jump off the high diving board. He said it was too high and I would be too scared. I was sure I was ready. After much resistance he let me go ahead of him in line. With confidence and excitement intertwined with a bit of fear and trepidation, I started the climb. But the