My father loved to take pictures. One day he had one of those paper hats that the short order cooks used to wear and he made each of us stand at the BBQ grill poking a potato with a grill fork wearing the hat and our bathing suits while he took a picture. It was funny.
Dad would set up a small swimming pool in the back yard each summer for the three of us to enjoy. One time I was leaning on the side and the whole thing crumbled and the water emptied out. I bet Dad was yelling, but I don't remember that part.