Growing up in Washington state, I thought 60 degrees was pool weather. I would beg my mom to get out the “royal” plastic blow up pool. It was inches deep for ours was a small “kingdom”. We had another pool that was about 18 inches deep with a thin metal circle around it to give form to the inner plastic. What I never had was a pool like in this picture. I would have wanted more color and a slide. Not one palm tree or a bird was on it. Why didn’t my parents love me?