A Favorite Place...

As I walk down the bumpy trail it already feels like home. Breathing in, I can smell the fresh air and feel the crunching of pine cones under my feet. Making my way down to the lakefront the environment changes. No longer is it the hard grass and gravel but soft, light sand. I help my family unload our food, coolers, and toys for the little ones. 

My younger siblings are already aching to get into the water, being impatient because of my mother forcing them to put on pasty sunscreen. After the sunscreen has set in they are finally allowed to go jump in. They shriek as they jump in to the icy cold water, as always, it doesn’t stop them from splashing around and swimming. Laughing at them, and thinking they are crazy; I set up my beach towel smoothing out the sand underneath and soak in the warm sun.

The ground is soft and forms to the shape of me lying down. I pick up a handful of the sand fascinated by the texture it is soft, then as it seeps between my fingers it starts feeling gritty. Sitting up I look out to water. It sparkles like glass no waves, no wind. The only movement in the water is kids wading around and boats roaring by, engines loud as can be.

Looking beyond our little place of serenity you can see other people enjoying the water and warm weather as we are. People with white knuckles being pulled on inner tubes behind boats, parents on the beach laughing and day drinking, and an overall happy aura from everyone around. A huge grin appears on my face. Yeah, this is where I feel at home.

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