It's deserted now. Weeds have fearlessly made it their home. Only traces of its former life remain. It was a place where families bonded, friends played and children became athletes. Now it is just a hole in the ground.I spent my summers here. Everyday. Nearly all day. I lived in my swimsuit. Ate in my swimsuit. Even slept in my swimsuit. I loved this place.
My friends and I played together, competed against each other, but the highlight was when we raced together. We were part of a record-setting undefeated relay, with our names on the record board. I always assumed, maybe even daydreamed, that one day I would take my kids to this pool, let them swim and show them my name on the board.
But the board is gone. The water has been drained. And though my girls will never be able to swim here, this pool is definitely not forgotten.
What from your childhood was so important at the time, but is now seemingly forgotten?
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Making your mother cry is not a nice thing to do. I have wonderful, wonderful memories of three little beautiful girls, tanned with sunbleached hair, and a car that smelled of chlorine. Today I am blessed with wonderful women friends; most of those friendships began at the kiddie end of Beverly Hills Pool. It was a golden time.
How sad it is to see the beloved things from our childhood fall victim to the march of time. I have so many wonderful things from my childhood that I wish was still around to share with my child.
One of my most cherished childhood places was my grandparent's farm house. I loved the warmth of that home and how crazy is was when the entire family came together under one roof. I loved it equally as much when I got to spend time alone there with just my grandparents, picking fresh vegetables from the garden, taking long, adventurous walks around the acres and acres of land, indulging in the decadent food my grandmother would make...Oh how I miss those days and that place. How I wish Bella could have experienced that.
I'll stop rambling now. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
My grandparents house. It seems so far from Concord. It was the country, playing hide and seek at night, sneaking turnips from the garden, and daring each other to eat it with the most tabasco. The house is there, but it looks different. My great grandparents are gone, but now I go to church within walking distance to these memories.
is that the same pool we use to go to with you guys when we visited during the summer?? my mom learned how to swim there. sorta. and for some reason i want to say i was in an egg toss, but that could've been somewhere different. it's kinda fuzzy...
Awww, that's kinda sad the pool is no longer there. Pools were definitely a large part of my childhood. As were neighborhood games, like Capture the Flag. There was a great group of kids of all ages and we played countless days together.
Thank you for writing about the beloved pool!!!! Yes, there are so many memories there and I am saddened every time I go home to visit my parents. I miss that place and those days in the sun for sure. I am so happy to have shared a spot on that undefeated relay with you!!!
My cherished childhood memory isn't centered around a place as it is an annual event. My family was poor when I was growing up after my dad got into a boating accident and lost the family business. So instead of planning expensive trips to Disney World, my parents bought two tents, one for them, one for my sister and me, and we would camp. Every fall we would pack the camping supplies and the family dog and would spend several days hiking, swimming and eating picnics next to waterfalls. It's developed a bond between the four of us that would never be matched by a silly trip to Disney. And I'm so grateful to my resourceful parents for teaching me 'camp' skills that I can pass along to my children someday (if I have them!).
We still continue the tradition to this day-- we're going camping again next month-- my parents, me and my husband, my sister and her fiancee. I can't wait.
-Katie R.
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