Someone somewhere long ago started this old wives’ tale and it stuck around well through my childhood. Mind you, this wasn’t gorging ourselves and then swimming laps. This was scarfing a burger and chips, then making a whirlpool in the neighbor’s four-footer.
The adults convinced us we were going to get cramps and drown unless we waited a full fifteen minutes for our food to digest. In hindsight, it seems pretty ridiculous.
I don’t know who started the rumor, but there needs to be some kind of accountability here. I demand satisfaction for all those lost hours of Marco Polo!
The adults convinced us we were going to get cramps and drown unless we waited a full fifteen minutes for our food to digest. In hindsight, it seems pretty ridiculous.
I don’t know who started the rumor, but there needs to be some kind of accountability here. I demand satisfaction for all those lost hours of Marco Polo!