One of my half memories of growing up, you know the ones lost between too much fun,  too many sibling squabbles and too much homework, is my parents’ pool at our house in Stillwater, Oklahoma. Despite the hours of underwater sweeping with a robo-vacuum and vats of chemicals, that poor pool was the bane of our summer fun. For every back flip, there was an afternoon when we couldn’t swim because the chemicals were whacked out.

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