The Deep end of the pool
When I was a kid, vacations felt magical, partly because we stayed at roadside hotels with pools—ideally, one with a diving board. We had a backyard pool, but it was only four feet deep. Some hotel pools seemed bottomless. I would jump in and sink, waiting to touch the bottom so I could push off and shoot back to the surface, and for a few seconds, it was exhilarating. Then uncertainty crept in. The bottom still had not come, my momentum was fading, and I had to decide to swim back up or hold...
