Thibodaux Public Pool

       As I enter the locker room, I catch a whiff of childhood past. The strong smell of chlorine is just as potent as it was so long ago. As I walk towards the far side of the pool, I pass the spot that I spent countless hours warming up with the famous Thibodaux swimming lessons move...the "bob". I couldn't help but bob a couple of times for old times sake. Right next to my lane, was also a familiar smell. The smell of fear that struck many children as they approached the high dive, one of my favorite parts of the pool  that is no longer with us. The one thing that has remained over the years is the debris that welcomes you with every lap. Not as bad as I remember, but still gives you that warm feeling. About as warm as the pee filled water. The potent chlorine brings a magical sting to my eyes that makes me feel alive. The 10 foot abyss that was the deep end that may have housed the infamous Nessy is no more. No more races to see who could touch the bottom and return to the top the quickest. Never again will a child feel that relentless pressure in their ears as they near the bottom of that pool. Yes it is was a magical place with a deep history that I enjoyed visiting again and will continue to visit for years and years....or until my $50 2 month fall membership runs out.

Long live the Thibodaux Municipal Pool.