The Old Pool Will Be Missed

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I didn’t learn to swim in the old Worland Community Pool, but I have plenty of memories from that building. Yes, I am just writing on the example that you gave in class, but to be honest, the old pool was the first thing that came to mind when you assigned the writing topic last week. Going back to the essay, I’d like to make a bold statement. I will always have more fond memories of the old pool than of the new one. It may be a simple matter of the difference in total memories from each of the pools. I have swum for over five years in the old Worland Community Pool. I have, however, in the new Worland Aquatic Center, only swum one year. This may have an effect on the way I remember each of the pools, but I believe that the old pool will always be associated with more fond memories than the new one. It must seem weird to some people who don’t know me very well, or those who have never swum in the old pool the way my friends and I did. I will miss the sketchy structure, the huge diving tank, the slippery floors, and the laid back nature of the old pool.
First of all, the structure of the building itself is something amazing. After more than thirty years of heavy use, weathering, and corrosion, it is a wonder that the dome stood for so long. The wooden support beams were so rotten that I remember bonking my head on one next to the stands upstairs, and putting a good sized dent in the wood. I could pull chunks of rust from the bolts and brackets holding the beams together. It was quite the thought that thousands of pounds of wood and iron were propped very precariously, very high above my head, and had been that way for years. It probably seems strange that this is something that I will miss about the old pool, but I...

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... I doubt that I’ll ever find a place so full of opportunities to have fun, or perhaps, to ged injured. I know that some of the things that my friends and I did in the old pool are just plain stupid, and that we are lucky to have gotten away from that pool with only a few battle scars. The scars will always be reminders of the great fun we had there. It’s sad to see that pool go, but who knows whether or not there would have been some sort of terrible accident had my friends and I kept screwing around in it. I’m just thankful that I have experienced that pool to its full potential, and am alive to tell the tale. The old pool will truly be missed, but perhaps it’s for the best that it now lays in shambles, and will soon be forgotten by those who have not been lucky enough to experience that rotten, old, smelly, sketchy, dangerous, glorious pool the way I have.

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