My sister, Nona Nihoa, and I had both learned to swim at the Natatorium. Like most kids our age, our fathers taught us by throwing us into the water. Actually it was sink or swim. Obviously we learned quickly.

The Natatorium had a kind of floating raft anchored to either side of the short ends of the pool for young swimmers to hang onto when we were trying not to drown. The water back then seemed relatively clean, although we could never see all the way to the bottom.

It was a great experience to have spent much time there, since that place is no longer accessible to young swimmers. We were lucky!

Lynette Cruz, 2003