My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
Here I was stuck in the middle of the woods in the pitch dark trying to find a way to get out of this horrid place. I could hear coyotes crying all around me, all that was going through my head was that they were hungry. I heard rustling in the bush right next to me and I tried to maintain my composure and proceeded to fiddle with my Dirt-Bike. It seemed like hours I was trying to kick start this bike, I couldn’t see a thing, not even my hands. I mostly relied on my muscle memory the whole time trying to find the fuel cutoff line which, seemed impossible.
For the past 9 years, my family and I have been going to an amazing place called Fish Creek in Door County, Wisconsin. It’s a small little town on the strip of Wisconsin. This year was probably one of my favorite years. We did many things like tandem biking, walking through the town, swimming, eating, and spending quality family time. As we were tandem biking through Peninsula State Park, our hearts racing, sweat dripping, and hair flowing through the breeze, I noticed a slight tug on my shoe.
As we pull up to the parking area at the start of the trails, I knew that our excitement during the long drive was worth it. I had planned this trip for months. Toiled over the minor details; the food, shelter, entertainment, parking pass, you name it. This was something I had wanted to do since I was just a little kid and now that I was here, it felt surreal. The sound of nature all around us, no signs of man besides our canoe and gear for as far as I could see.
“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts” - Oliver Windell Holmes Jr. Throughout most of my life, I’ve lived between the neighborhood of Bayou Road and Pine Street in Eudora, AR. The people are generous and peaceful, there has been good and bad times, all the neighbors love to have fantastic gatherings, and we love to endure each other. Along the streets of my neighborhood, my neighbors love to keep their yards in great condition, bills in check, and stay consistent. Towards South Pine Street, the curious children loved to relax and play on the wide field of the projects. Subsequently, various sports and activities are accolades there, whether it’s old - school or new - school.
From the time I wake up until I am called in for dinner, I am here. Taking breaks only to use the bathroom, eat, or soak in the beauty that is the lake behind my home. Only here, can I forget the never-ending drama that surrounds my home and family, because while I am here I am consumed within in a book, within nature. While spending my summer days sitting on the dock lost within the new young adult novel, I was able to forget the past trauma, the present trauma, and fear of future trauma. No matter the book, I was able to be transported away from reality into an idealized world that would never be achievable for me.
It was a wonderful evening and Me, Jayla, Jayden, Mom, Dad we 're driving to Webster lake! We got there and me and Jayden went up this little path and my eyes got blurry, There was a homeless man in the center of the path and I ran. And we went to Webster lake. We were at the lake and Me my brother and my sister went to the park.