We weren't the Famous Five but we tried. Impaled on a fence I, 'infertile', smiled widely, to hide my embarrassment and later, pasty thighs and an unkempt bikini line. My body rebelled poking out below the water a reminder I was neither fish nor child but too big for this pond. And when we got out, gasping for breaths bigger than our mouths could hold the cold nestled like a sleeping cat at the base of our spines rat-tailed-hair dripping down goosepimpled backs, it felt like ten years had past.
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