Take a Dip
Nov 25, 2019
2 minutes
The smell of chlorine always brings back childhood memories of hot summer days in a city the cool local youngsters aptly dubbed “Heatermaritzburg”. Early 1990s. We are five: myself, two of my older brothers, my best friend and her sister. A fearless gang of kids swaggering down the streets of a newly racially integrated
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