There’s nothing quite like the nostalgia of summer swimming as a kid. You didn’t need a beach vacation or a fancy resort, you just needed a neighbor with a decent-sized pool and a cooler full of juice boxes. Bonus points if they had one of those floaties shaped like a giant turtle or a pool noodle stash that could take on a small aquatic supply store. After a few hours of splashing around, you’d towel off with one of those crusty sun-bleached towels, sit on the hot pavement, and eat a soggy sandwich stuffed with chips while dripping pool water into the bag of Doritos. Peak childhood.