"Go down the slide" they said, "It will be fun" they said.

June 11 was the fateful day. I had decided to try out a new pool from the one we always go to. That should of been my first clue that something was going to go wrong. When we got to the pool everything seemed okay, shallow part, (check) life jackets, (check) warmish, (check) fun slide, (check). Bridger went down just fine then it was Keeley's turn and she was a little scared. "I'll go with you" I said being the brave one. As we climbed the ladder to the top of the slide we had no idea the chain of events that would transpire next. As we hit the water my right foot hit the bottom of the pool, right away there was a pain in my right leg. I made my way to the edge and sat still hoping the pain would go away, it was not. How was I going to make it home? As I sat watching the kids swim I thought maybe I could make it to the car it didn't hurt "that bad." Keeley decided she didn't want her life jacket on because she had googles on and wanted to look under the water. To sum up she wandered off the shallow part, Art Levitt noticed, I had to move fast, she threw up on the side, and we "needed" to leave. We got home. A panic call to Carrie and a week later I'm still hobbling along. I wont be going down any slides anytime soon or ever.