The diving board story.

The diving board story.

This story has always been referenced by that title. 

I have not shared it for over twenty five years. 

It was my story telling debut. 

 

I babysat a lot when I was young. 

I enjoyed it and kids liked me. 

It gave me spending money and something to do.

 

My favourite family to sit for,

Lived down the street from me. 

They were a nice family.

They had two girls.

They were great parents and always considerate of me.

There was always a pillow and blanket put out if it were to be a late night.

They always left my pay on the shelf BEFORE they left. 

I was welcome to have any friends over who had been pre-approved by my parents.

But, not until after the girls were in bed. 

They had an in ground pool.

Sometimes they would invite me to come early so I could swim before they left. 

 

One particular spring evening,

As I sat doing homework at the kitchen table,

I could hear the sounds of a ballgame starting coming in the open window. 

I remembered ‘the boy’ was playing ball that night. 

 

With the girls safely asleep in their beds,

I thought I would venture out to the backyard for a peek.

The ball diamond was directly below the hilly property. 

I was excited at the prospect of being so sneaky. 

Once in the backyard,

I went around the pool to get to the back of the yard. 

I could see the lights and movement of people at the ball park,

But the hedge was making it impossible to find ‘the boy.’

 

Darn, so close. 

If only I was a foot taller. 

A foot taller...hmm

Hey, I could stand on the diving board. 

 

I was so clever. 

I was all a giggle of anticipation.

I would be able to watch ‘the boy’

And he would never know.

Brilliant. 

 

I hopped up on the board. 

I took a couple of steps forward!

Yes!  I could see perfectly!

Now, to find ‘the boy’.

 

There he is! 

I jumped for joy!

This is great!

Wait...I am moving.

What is happening?

I looked down.

My feet weren’t moving but I was.

The board was tipping!

 

Slowly,

Ever so slowly,

I surfed the atmosphere,

Until I had nothing but my toenails keeping me dry

 

I jumped into the pool.

Nooooo! My brain yelled. 

Once my head became submerged under the water,

My brain yelled, ‘COLD! COLD! GET OUT! GET OUT!’

 

I scrambled out of the pool.

I looked at that diving board with deep seeded insult.

This inanimate object had become my enemy. 

Why did you do that?!

 

Then I realised the board itself was sliding into the pool!

Completely soaked and freezing cold,

I grabbed that board and started to pull.

It was tremendously heavy. 

I knew I couldn’t let that board enter the pool!

I readjusted my grip and pulled harder.

I pulled and pulled but it wouldn’t budge.

Really!  Ugh.

 

The crowd below let out a cheer...

I sent them a look of disgust in response. 

Baseball...

Ugh. 

It‘s all his fault. 

 

I headed into the house. 

I borrowed a robe from the bathroom.

I put my wet clothes in the dryer. 

I stared out the window at that diving board.

My hatred did not make it move. 

 

Back in my dry clothes,

I went outside to give it another shot. 

I pulled until my sore arms told me to stop. 

The game was over. 

And so was I.

 

I was defeated. 

If only I was strong enough to move the board!

I wouldn’t have to tell them any of this...

 

The board is the only evidence...

Well, and the wet deck. 

 

It started to rain. 

A lovely gentle rain fell from the sky.

Within seconds the partially wet deck was completely wet. 

The wet foot marks of my calamity...gone. 

 

I laughed in spite of myself. 

My arms hurt,

Although, not as much as my ego.

I was embarrassed. 

Embarrassed I had to tell the parents.

I had to tell them about ‘the boy’.

Ugh. 

 

Related Posts

Recent Posts by inevertoldher

Comments

In order to comment on BlogHer.com, you'll need to be logged in. You'll be given the option to log in or create an account when you publish your comment. If you do not log in or create an account, your comment will not be displayed.