I never thought I’d hate something so much.
When I was a kid, I spent a good majority of my summer swimming at a lake about a half-mile from my house. I can remember enjoying most of my vacation days there – from June to early September. My friends and I would either ride our bikes down the hill to the lake or sit our butts on our oversized skateboards to do the same. Either way, we’d end up rolling through that six-foot tall chain-link gate that was attached to that six-foot tall chain-link fence. Ours was a private beach and membership was required. Oddly enough, I only remember one season when the powers-that-be actually enforced membership. They bought some elastic bands and plastic tags that members were encouraged to wear around their ankles. A teenager sat at the gate to police who came through. Again, that only lasted one summer, or two at most. And I’m not sure I ever wore the band around my ankle. I’m also fairly certain that only half the people who visited that beach were members. Relaxed environment would be an understatement.
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