varsha yadav

THE SIMPLE THINGS THAT MATTER

SWhen I was a kid, I remember that over the summer, we went to a public pool that had a separate diving pool, with all different levels of diving boards. The highest board seemed obscenely high and few people would ever attempt it. My dad was one of those people. We’d beg him to jump and usually by the end of our pool day, he’d make the trek up all those stairs and ladders, people looking up from their lounge chairs as they saw him ascending to the top. He was pretty heavy back then, but he had great diving form! His jump off the high board was always a proud “that’s my dad!” moment. He taught Mazzy to dive last year.