When I got in line at the high diving board at the city pool, I realized the other people in line were below the age of six. They did not know that they were going to witness the “butt bomb.”
When I hit the water with my feet slightly forward, there was an explosion of water. I came out of the water, and two boys were staring at me mouths open, like I was the Loch Ness Monster.
After my third dive I had an audience of four clapping and laughing.
One older kid did put a damper on the moment when he yelled, “do another one, grandpa.”