The Lake

It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the

incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I

loved to explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where

reminiscent of a fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and

burning glow of the sun was relentless. Nonetheless, this fact did not

bother us one bit, but gave us more incentive to dance with our cool and

embracing "long-lost love".

The first step of this operation was making sure that our neighbors

had gone away from the house for at least two hours. Since it was their

lake and property, this made it safe for us in not getting caught in the

middle of our escapade. Upon this, my brother and I snuck to their

backyard like two undercover police officers, until we were in the clear.

Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively

lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared

so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and

distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself,

with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp

water and healthy dirt.

Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose

the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans

rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of

grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the

paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked

us downstream, periodically

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