“Splash! Splash! Splash!”, they both sang. I was up on Tarzan’s shoulder by that time and he was making his way towards the pool. I gathered the little energy that I had got from the tickle-break and started to pull on his shirt so hard, like that would stop his legs. I made my body as stiff as I possibly could have, to make his carrying job a bit harder but with his cheerleader ahead of him, squealing like an excited little girl, he was only energized. I gave up the fight as he got closer to the pool, drew in as much air as I could to try and fill my lungs, held my breath and splash, the three of us landed into the water and sank to the bottom. Only then did Tarzan release his hold on me and I struggled upward for a proper breath of air. We all did, laughter echoed even louder thereafter,
