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A twelve-year old wants to return to the Pirate Swimming Pool. |
| In my twelve year old mind I desire Saalbach; the Pirate Swimming Pool to be exact. Do I want to go back? The answer is, Yes! Water crystal blue and icy fresh, lush green landscapes amid snow- capped mountains which come out of the sky and stand there. Pirate ships carve the Earth to dock adjacent to the Käpt’n Hook adventure area. In my mind I hear pirates hollar, Aye Matey as they scoop gold doubloons from a weathered treasure chest, swords drawn. They extend the plank, ready to end all traitors and mutineers. Imagination comes gladly to me in Saalbach; fun imprints itself in my pliant twelve-year old mind, in clear resolution with sharp edges. I water-slide and feel the cool splashes, even in my dreams. Yes, the Pirate Swimming Pool caresses and impresses me, forms lifelong smiles in my psyche, readies me for a journey about to begin, that of adolescence. I sing of Saalbach in my mind, and long to return. It is truly goat.* *goat…greatest of all time. 32 Lines Writer’s Cramp 8-9-19 |