I’m on the diving board. Far below I see the blue sheet. I shuffle forward and get on tip-toes.  Arms up and hands together I say goodbye to the air.

I bounce on the edge and the board pushes back. Up, up, up I go. I wriggle, turn and bend and form a point. The air rushes by and finally the tip of my finger touches cool liquid.

I burst into a wild, wet world.