My introduction to swimming pools began a long time ago in Reading, PA. My brother and sister and I grew up in a row home with a very small backyard, but it was big enough to accommodate an inflatable pool. My Nana, who lived just a few houses down the street from us, also had a blow-up pool. We eventually graduated to the real thing, as the East Reading Swimming Association featured an outdoor pool that was only a few blocks from our house. Neighborhood kids loved it, even though it was an odd size for racing (33-1/3 yards instead of 25 or 50 yards/meters). The faded color of these Kodak snaps shows how long ago they were taken.





Tim, your Throwback Thursday post about where your swimming career began is a nostalgic journey worth taking! It’s inspiring to hear about the origins of your passion and how it shaped your journey. Your storytelling drew me in, and I felt like I was right there with you. Thanks for sharing your memories and reminding us of the importance of beginnings in our personal journeys.