“Get over it,” I replied. I was far too cool and manly to get mushy back, though honestly, I missed her too. I missed her a lot. I’d made a few buddies on the swim team, but none were as awesome as Caryn or Cal.
Eventually, I missed the competition too. I creamed my opponents way too easily, and that made swimming lose a bit of its luster and appeal. I stuck with it, though, and my junior year in high school, some sort of synergy between the school and the town pool suddenly resulted in Dover High having a team as well. Finally our mascot made sense! The Dover High Sharks were about to compete in water, and I was damned excited.