I ran off the end of the diving board without fear, yearning to jump higher and farther with each try. Over and over again I took pleasure in jumping into the deepest waters of the pool. At the time it made me feel “mature” and I longed to be where the brave kids were. Those who didn’t need to hold onto the sides. I even tried to look “cool” while coming up for air. Now I laugh at that childlike faith I’d be okay and not drown. It means more today than ever.