A Centinela Park Memory.

 I can remember going to Centinela park pool to go swimming in the Summer
 time, almost every day we would pile into the blue, 49 Nash, any kid that
 was ready to go, and my Mother would drive us there.  We had to take
 swimming lessons in the morning, our knees knocking and teeth chattering,
 our lips purple from the cold foggy air and then after the sun burned the
 fog away and the lessons were over, we could swim or play or sun bathe.
 Afterwards, all tired and hungry with our skin cool and smooth from two
 hours of jumping in the water we would have a picnic lunch somewhere under
 the Sycamores of the park and play hide-and-go-seek in the woods along
 Florence Avenue or run up and down the benches of the outdoor ampitheater.
 On the way back we sang rounds, all piled in the back seat of the car with
 our legs and arms sticking out every which way and sometimes we would stop
 and get Foster Freeze soft serve ice cream cones and they would start 
 melting and run down our wrists before being licked and eaten up.  I liked 
 getting half chocolate and a half vanilla with the vanilla on the bottom 
 because it tasted so good after finishing the chocolate part.
 - Johnny Dumas