Jodi Hills

So this is who I am – a writer that paints, a painter that writes…

The view from gratitude.

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You were encouraged to sit out of the swim lesson at Central Junior High if you had your period. No one ever checked, so some girls sat out all the time. I was just the opposite. I never missed a lesson. We had swimming every seven days, so I just chalked it up to good luck. Even wearing the hideous green swimsuits, with the unmatching swim caps. The color of the suit revealed your size, and the color of your cap revealed your level. I thank God this was before the days of cellphones, because the swimming pool was surrounded with glass windows, overlooked by the lunch room. The lunch room that fed the upperclassmen during our lesson. Even with all this, I still wanted in that pool.

I’m sure there were bullies, but the education system itself was enough to keep you humble. I knew we would never have a pool at home, so I thought it was luxurious. During the school year. Even during Saturday lessons during the winter when our hair would freeze waiting for our moms to pick us up.

I will gloriously never get used to the fact that we have a pool in France. The minute we open the pool in Spring, with the temperatures way below comfortable, I go in. And every day after that until late autumn. What a gift Central Junior High gave to me. To take advantage of what was offered. To be grateful. I will never forget it.

The view from gratitude is pretty spectacular.

Author: jodihills

I am an author and an artist, originally from the US, now living, loving and creating in the south of France. I show my fine art throught the US and Europe, and sell my books, art and images throughout the world. www.jodihills.com

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