Not Your Typical Church Lady

When I was little, my family would take a day now and then to go swimming at Canoe Creek or Lake Raystown. If we were feeling especially daring, we would get my dad to carry us out where the water was deep. (Deep to us little kids, but not that deep for Dad.) There was an element of danger involved because we all know how dads play with kids in the water. Just go to the lake sometime and watch. Dads love to throw kids in the water. They also love to pretend to throw kids in the water and bobble them up and down. You just never really knew what was coming. You were pretty sure Dad wasn't going...