So... my Y story goes back a few years and still makes me laugh. About 40 years ago as a much younger person, I was fortunate enough to attend Y Camp several summers. One of the first summers, I was the pretty new recipient of a “flipper” as we fondly referred to my false tooth. I had knocked out my two front teeth in a bicycle accident a summer or so before attending camp. The dentist made what resembled a retainer with a front tooth attached. I was not always comfortable wearing it and somewhere in my 10 year old brain I felt like there was a chance I could choke on it while swimming. Anyway, I took it out, wrapped it in my towel, and enjoyed a refreshing swim in the lake. When I came back to my towel, the false tooth was nowhere to be found. I searched. Other campers searched. Counselors searched. No tooth appeared. I had to go the rest of the week with a missing front tooth AND explain to my parents that they would have to shell out the $60-$80 dollars for a new one. We weren’t poor, but neither were we rich. I had sold candy to help earn my way to camp. Fast forward about 10 years. I’m sorry I didn’t keep exact records, but I know I was an adult. A package arrived in the mail. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and found my “flipper.” My tooth had turned up on the beach after all these years and apparently there was a record of it being lost, and they mailed it back to me! Of course my mouth had grown, and I had several different “flippers” between the loss of this false tooth and its reappearance.
After some extensive dental work, I no longer have a “flipper” and can swim without the worries of an imaginative 10 year old brain!
Now days I enjoy a workout at the Y. My favorite class is the T/Th morning aerobics class.