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this private swim lake.

Families could come.

It's a lake on the beach with slides and tennis courts, and there's a YMCA camp.

But we were the kids at the gate, like, hey, what's up?

Cards would drive up.

Do you have any guests?

That's $2.

We'd collect their $2.

And we're basically sitting on a picnic table getting sun and really easy, cushy job.

We became friends with the lifeguards at the beach, and we always hung out with them after hours, jumping off the diving platforms, playing with the scuba gear, and just getting into all kinds of fun

after hours nonsense this one particular night we had a few beers campfire hanging out we're winding down and the lifeguards went home it was just me and my buddy mac we decided to break into the snack bar of where you work i was texting with mac yesterday actually i wasn't sure of the year because we worked there for a year or two

And I think this was the year after.

So we didn't work there anymore, but we were still friends and go there after hours.

And there were no security cameras or anything.

So you could just go there, go swimming, have a good time.

Everybody's gone.

It's just me and Mac.

We're like, let's get some snacks.

So we climb sort of over the door.

It's just sort of like a shack with a padlock, but there's a gap.