Descriptive Writing Lake

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The voice behind makes me aware that the moment is finally there. Like in trance my feet start moving, feeling the soft grass, only disturbed by a few small rocks, through the thick layer of my tramping boots. The wind is howling around my ears and gets louder and louder just like an approaching steam engine. Then, void. My feet feel nothing but cold,light air.The trees, which surrounded the mountain, become smaller until they are only a bunch of tiny green dots blended in with houses, now looking like toys. Under me, the dark blue lake. The only thing keeping me from falling, those thin, colorful cords connected to the parachute, equally in its colors.

Tiffany pulled into Jennifer’s driveway. The first snow of the year had fallen the day before. The sun shone brightly off the snow and ice. Jennifer put on a pair of sunglasses and climbed into Tiffany’s SUV.

While I was a kid my family and I used to go on bike rides all the time to anywhere you could think of. We would go boating everyday in the summer. We would ski, wakeboard, go tubing and many more. Go tubing was one of the funniest memories I have boating because the thrill you get is unbeatable trying to hold on for dear life. Anothering thing we did as a family was go on vacation everywhere. The road trips were always fun because we would bring our dog turbo. The one trip that will never be forgotten is North Carolina. We go there every year with family friends and it will be a trip on go on with my kids.

This summer me and my family went to awesome South Carolina! It was a hectic ride on the way there with my two little brothers fighting in the back and we had to be in the car for 15 hours. When we got there we ate at a really cool restaurant they had people on stilts and they had magicians that did magic tricks and gave out balloons but they made things out of the balloon. We went to the beach every day it was the Atlantic Ocean and it was hot and it was very nice out there! My family and I had a great time in South Carolina this year it was a really fun and great experience!

Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.

The most interesting thing I did over the summer was going to ohio to meet with family. The reasoning is because when there we didn’t get to stay inside. When we go to ohio over the summer we have to stay outside and camp and have to stay outside all day and all night. I always have my own tent on the other side of the house away from the pond so that i can actually sleep. The reason for sleeping away from the pond is that there are frogs that make noise all night and can get really annoying.

You know what is really fun... doing what I did this summer! What I did this summer is go to Tennessee cabins. Tennessee cabins is a huge cabin of choice you stay in for as many nights as you book. The Tennessee cabin I went to was called Majestic springs. Majestics springs had a four jacuzzi baths ,and a hot tub.

I went to Disney World we went with my aunt, grandma and grandpa. We went on lots of fun rides I really enjoyed it. Another summer we started PKSA karate I am still doing it today.

The swooshing of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arranged from white to pink to gray. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. Near the sandbox is a light brown picnic table, gum sticking to the bottom waiting for its next victim to touch it. The smell of fish and snails reeks, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin, dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. To my left is the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading

I came up closer to the water and checked how cold it was. Being calm it had so many different hues of blue, reflecting a bright blue sky, near the shore it was pale blue, nearly translucent, as it got deeper it changed from pale blue to deep dark blue. I leaned down to touch the water in the lake. It was cool and so transparent that I could see everything on the bottom. At that moment I felt wonderful smell of roasting meat in the air. This familiar aroma tickled my nostrils and reminded me that I had not eaten since the morning.

The sound of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arrange from white, pink, and grey. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. The smell of fish and snails reeks the air, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. I look to my left and can see the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading to the fishing docks. Suddenly the sound of flapping as a duck takes to the lake, bobbing its

One of my vacations that I really liked, was when I went to Steamboat Springs. We snowboarded for many days. I liked it so much that, this spring break I am going snowboarding again. I went with a couple family members like my aunts, cousins, and uncles. At Steamboat we did many things, we ate, snowboarded, played in the snow, (which never happens in my regular life in Texas) and took classes.

An orange summer sky dawned on Saturday, and Perceval arrived at Joan’s cottage on his massive chestnut destrier. The knight looked forward to a leisurely morning of fishing with his favorite person.

“It is a shame that her father left her...this happened because her mother failed her job as a wife...she is so young...what was her father thinking?”, my relatives whispered as they sipped their tea. My cousin’s face turned pale like the white blanket of snow falling outside the lodge at the camp in Lake Tahoe. Her expression held so many emotions as if it was a canvas of a painting to be gazed upon. I could see that she felt frustrated and tired of these rude remarks, and all I did was just stand there and caressed the back side of her hands, so I could comfort her. Suddenly, it felt like the air had thickened so much that even a hammer could not slash it into tiny bits. My cousin had not yet known why her father left the house yesterday.