On the Lake

When I hung out with Hope I was around 9 yrs. old. We were best friends and together twenty-four seven. Our parents let us hang out all day and night. We spent a lot of our time at her house that is on the lake. When I woke up I got to see the beautiful sun rising and the mist warming off the lake. We would see the birds flying to the lake and the sound of them landing on the water made a whoosh sound. Outside it was fresh; it's always a delight waking up to the sun shining on the water and the squawking of a heron.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When it was warm enough we had our swimming suits on and we headed for the lake. The lake contributed to our fun: tanning, swimming, skiing, tubing, and fishing. There wasn't a day we didn't let the sun put highlights in our hair.

 

 

 

 
Everyday we came out smelling like a lake. That smell didn't bother us that much. The scent that got to us was when we would back the boat out from the dock and the motor would stir up the muck. Whoa, hold your breath. Spending so much time and having fun everyday at the lake is something I miss. I realize that on a lake is my special place.

(muck and sea weed)