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‘Tis the season for laughter, yelps and squeals. ‘Tis the season for echoes of “Marco Polo” and belly dives into the community pool by the neighborhood children. ‘Tis the season for remembering when we were young, and our children were young, and others who were not so young (and those without children) weren’t tolerant of the laughter and yelps and squeals that echoed off the chlorine-saturated water…resonating with gleeful abandon the uninhibited joy that only those so young can experience on a hot August afternoon. It’s all about tolerance and understanding. There wasn’t much of either at my community pool the other day. Youngsters playing in the pool inadvertently splashed my friend and me. I laughed at their antics, but my friend…not so much. She got up in a huff, threw a few dirty glances and left. It seems that she didn’t want to get wet. Yet she was sitting and reading poolside. How does the saying go? If you don’t want to get burned, stay away from the fire? I say, “If you