Chlorine and Stitches

My mother, in her infinite wisdom, sent my brother and I to summer camp at the YMCA.  I was able to meet new people, have many adventures, and even learned how to swim there.  I had a love/hate relationship with that pool.  One time I had to evacuate the pool so that I could empty my bladder.  I hurried out of the pool and back to the locker room.  After what seemed forever, my bladder was emptied and I headed back to the pool.  For some reason, I felt the need to run back towards the water, passing a "Do Not Run Near Pool' sign along the way.  I found my feet slipping out from under me.  I was suddenly on my back and sliding on the tile floor.  I felt like a bowling ball headed towards a set of pins.  All at once, I came to a complete stop.  My head had punctured the glass door that separated the pool from the locker room.  I would require five stitches to close the gap in my head.  I learned two lessons that day, never run around pools and no matter how much a doctor says it won't hurt, they're lying.