One day a couple summers ago in snorkeling class, my co-instructor Dale and I respectfully deviated from the class agenda, constructing a lounge leagues beneath the lake’s surface, complete with a plasma TV with surround sound, a really comfy couch with pillows everywhere, unlimited junk food, a cute little puppy, and a giant trampoline (the American Dream, under the sea); we called it Vito’s lounge. Vito was the camp’s maintenance director at the time. We rounded up all our little snorkelers (ranging from around 8-11 years old) and told them all about the lounge.
“Listen guys. Today is kind of an off day for me and Dale. We’re gonna go hang out in Vito’s lounge while you guys snorkel.”
“What’s Vito’s lounge?”
“Oh! You’ve never heard of Vitooooo’s Looounge?”
“I wanna know! I wanna know! I wanna…”
We all swam to the middle of the lake, and then Dale and I dove “100 feet down” to “Vito’s lounge” to “feed Vito’s puppy. You guys gotta see this puppy. Cutest puppy ever.” These kids totally believed in Vito’s lounge! They wanted to come with me and Dale so badly to hang out, but we told them it was too deep and too treacherous a journey. ”It’s not worth the risk. You can hang out there when you’re a little older.”
Dale and I kept on diving and surfacing with new and exciting stories. One time, Vito’s lounge was burning down and we had to dive down multiple times to put out the fire. We couldn’t do it alone. The kids had to collect as many muscles as possible to throw on the flames, because that was the only way to put out a fire under water. Isn’t believing beautiful? Those kids couldn’t wait until their legs were buff enough to kick 100 feet down to Vito’s lounge.
Next summer, I look forward to sharing love, spirit, and imaginations.
One day a couple summers ago in snorkeling class, my co-instructor Dale and I respectfully deviated from the class agenda, constructing a lounge leagues beneath the lake’s surface, complete with a plasma TV with surround sound, a really comfy couch with pillows everywhere, unlimited junk food, a cute little puppy, and a giant trampoline (the American Dream, under the sea); we called it Vito’s lounge. Vito was the camp’s maintenance director at the time. We rounded up all our little snorkelers (ranging from around 8-11 years old) and told them all about the lounge.
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“What’s Vito’s lounge?”
“Oh! You’ve never heard of Vitooooo’s Looounge?”
“I wanna know! I wanna know! I wanna…”
We all swam to the middle of the lake, and then Dale and I dove “100 feet down” to “Vito’s lounge” to “feed Vito’s puppy. You guys gotta see this puppy. Cutest puppy ever.” These kids totally believed in Vito’s lounge! They wanted to come with me and Dale so badly to hang out, but we told them it was too deep and too treacherous a journey. ”It’s not worth the risk. You can hang out there when you’re a little older.”
Dale and I kept on diving and surfacing with new and exciting stories. One time, Vito’s lounge was burning down and we had to dive down multiple times to put out the fire. We couldn’t do it alone. The kids had to collect as many muscles as possible to throw on the flames, because that was the only way to put out a fire under water. Isn’t believing beautiful? Those kids couldn’t wait until their legs were buff enough to kick 100 feet down to Vito’s lounge.
Next summer, I look forward to sharing love, spirit, and imaginations.