It was September 1982. The weather was unseasonably warm at the farm when the 22-month-old Nicholas joined the other children in their game of tag; he loved “chase games”. Perhaps he slipped as he was running. Perhaps he reached for a toy in the pool. The 12 year-old who had stayed in the pool found him at the bottom in the shallow end. No adults had seen him go in. We desperately tried to revive him. Air-lifted to the hospital, they managed to bring him back sufficiently enough to put him on life support. He never regained consciousness. The “if’s” are endless: If Nicholas had been taught how to roll over and float, how to be visible, providing precious seconds. If we had known about “Water Watcher” badges clearly designating supervision. If we had been better trained in CPR. But no number of "if’s" will bring him back.​