The part of the canal where we did our swimming was in front of the barn. There was a large flat rock at the edge of the bank and it was a good step into the water. There also was a tree root that was under water and about tree feet long right next to the rock. I spent a lot of time hanging on to it and just floating, knowing I was not going to float away.
The canal seemed a lot bigger in those days. It actually was pretty narrow where the locks were.
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