One of the enduring memories I have as a child in summertime was swimming in my uncle’s creek.
He had damned up one area to create a small swimming hole and it was great fun to splash around there with my cousins and any adults who happened to be around at the time (we were never allowed to swim unsupervised).
My uncle also made a small raft (visible in the photo) but I could never manage the trick of getting up on it so I could dive off. It must have been a girlie thing because my brothers never had any problem.
This blissful summer activity died a quick death the day I discovered I was sharing the creek with a very large eel – I flatly refused to enter the water again after that!
Were you lucky enough to have a swimming hole when you were younger?