Amid splashes, laughter, and shouts of “Marco” “Polo”, a whistle blows.
“Adult Swim!”.
There’s a collective groan as reluctant swimmers begrudgingly make their way to the side of the pool.
A toddler in her puddle jumper shrieks as her dad wrestles her out of the water.
After quick snacks of soggy pretzels, melted granola bars, and carrot sticks (poor Charley),
anxious kids line up at the the d...