If you grew up in an area where the summertime temps regularly shot above 90 and the humidity was enough to make you cry (shout out to this staff writer’s small, central-Pennsylvania hometown), you know that trips to the public pool were often the only thing you looked forward to during the dog days of August.
Even if you only went a couple times a week, for just a few hours, the memory of being “at the pool” probably seems giant-sized compared to other childhood trips to, say, the grocery store with your mom.