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Simulta's Story: A Walk In The Water

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Getting thrown from side to side knuckles white as snow from holding on as tight as possible to the two small red dashes we were supposed to help us hold on. Driving an hour on a winding, curving, black top road seeming to have no end. Weekend after weekend driving down the road we ended up at the lake and make up my child hood. From the time the sun starts to penetrate this big ball we live on and makes the blue-green frigid water warm up we travel the beaten path and venture to the lake. Jumping on the bright red little boat my parents bought when I was barely up to your knees we’d float like a duck around the lake. Having two older brothers, who thought I was one of them, I’d get thrown into the air and with a hard splat I hit the water …show more content…

Almost instantly after he slowed down I’d think to myself, wait not so slow what is he doing. Laying on the tube idling in the water a noise came through my throat into the air yelping into the bald head, my father, who was driving the boat, saying, “go a little faster.” Apparently he doesn’t know what the word “a little” means. Simultaneously the red and yellow braided rope tightened to the point of popping while the Dragon named tube snapped into position behind the boat and almost slipped from my grip. Almost breaking into smithereens every time we hit the water, my father made every turn through the water test your ability to hold on to the small red slits that were supposed to be hand holds. When the time came, sadly soon rather than later, we got off the lake. Since we all have red hair accompanied with pale sensitive skin, my brothers and I became burnt worse than the toast in the morning, we would load the dingy on to the trailer and go down the windy road over some hills and back to our lot on the …show more content…

Our place on the lake is almost empty with a small shed in the top corner next to the road, so little it’s illegal to build one this small anymore, but since it was there before these laws came into play it stays there with our tubes, skis, and “tanning” chairs all carefully tucked inside. This shed is one of the few places I do not want to go into even if it is in the middle of the day. Coated in spiders from end to end and top to bottom, they hide in every corner and every year at the start of the year my dad had to walk through with a broom just to get these nasty little things knocked down, but they’re right there the next

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