Mid-may many of our neighbors start to disappear in the afternoons. Our bus-stop friends can’t play in the after school. Swim team.
Now we tried this out years ago, and I realized swim team is not for the faint of heart. Maybe I don’t rank incredibly high on the highly sensitive person test, but swim meets mean near stimuli-overload seizure-like experiences for me.
Feels a little like a rave. I just can’t.
Then we tried dive team. It’s like a big exhale. Seriously dive meets are like golf tournaments. Everyone is hushed.
There’s no bass-thumping music (which I totally dig, but not with 500 of my swim team families while trying to wrangle my littles). It’s beautiful. Huge fan.
We have another one tonight and weather-permitting, Bennett will showcase her stuff.
In our opinion, dive team is the only way to go.