I stood with my palms sweating on my cool fishing pole trying to reel in my first fish. I struggled, using all my strength, attempting to get my prize from a long day’s work. The day began with a beautiful, blue sky. On that day, the sun glistened on the lake, twinkling on the seemingly endless water. I recently turned six years old and sat smiling with glee enjoying the wonderful nature around me.
Little do we know a surprise is coming up soon. By this time of the day it was around five o’clock so we begin shark fishing. We all cast out our rods and wait for a bite. Thirty minutes to an hour goes by and a pole stuck in the ground begins to bend, we rush over and my dad grabs his pole and begins reeling it in. After ten seconds or so goes by he is brought to believe it got off, so he begins to set it down and that’s when it happens.
Until he reached the surface. He was exited for what he could see. He stuck his head above the water and breathed in all the air. He loved it above the water, it was so beautiful! He swam back to his parents and brother and begged them to come up with him.
Swimming at Norway Lake Every summer, my family and I go camping. There is a special place that we always go to, it is Norway Lake Campground. There has never been any incidents where I would say that it is unsafe or boring, until this on summer day. It was the summer of 2008, it was beautiful out. The birds were chirping, children were laughing, and you could feel the sun tingle on your skin.
The sun shimmers whispering her love among spectacular rays as clouds dancing in the process of gliding down as to kiss the earth scattering her warm-heartedness reflecting her passion upon our pond as God paints a majestic aesthetic sunset! The aroma of Italian food prepared is making its way to the pond. Nevertheless, I remember the day as if it were two seconds ago. And I knew I would never be the same again, please, walk with me and let 's adventure back to earlier that day. As an illustration my Papa (grandfather) and I were fishing down at our lake.
Watching the sunrise over the mountains. Having a picnic breakfast on the beach with the traditional Indonesian food. Then going scuba diving to experience the exquisite coral reefs and underwater marine life. Having the first underwater kiss. Coming back to relax for an hour or two.
There were birds, stingrays, octopi, dolphins, all kinds of fish, crabs and starfish. At times Izzy would hear JuJu say “Not now. Please tell everyone the meet just before sunset at the beach in front of Crystal Waters villas. Go and play with the tourist.” JuJu explained to her brother that the sea animals thought that the meeting was happening on the boat. “Everybody in the ocean loves you mon!” said Captain Mike with a big white smile.
When morning arouse, the brilliant rays of light woke them up. And their food stricken stomachs immediately reminded them of hunger; their stomachs wrenched in pain. Their appetite kept them on the prowl for food, and soon they had caught a wondering crab. Around the same time they had found the crab, they had realized that the sandbar was gone, and they panicked at the thought that they all might be stuck on the island. Walking back to camp, the panic died down as they dug into the wild crab; enjoying it like it was their last dinner.
My house at Carter Lake had a fresh smell, trees surrounded our house and our 13 acres of land. The trees were mostly pine and gave off a strong pine odor at certain times of the year. Most of the time the lake smelt like fish, but some of the time it smelt kind of fresh and just the smell you imagine when you think of nature. We also raised english Bulldogs so it didn 't catch me by surprised if I walked out to the kennels and it didn 't smell pleasant. The taste of things often take me back to the 11 years I spent in that house.
When I told my dad this preventable tragic anecdote, he told me his old secret swimming story, which was almost another tragedy. Furthermore, he reminded me to keep away from the water if the environment is perilous or the lifeguards do not watch. This secret story happened when my dad was in college, living in a dormitory. One summer, he camped together with his roommates and some classmates besides a creek for two days and a night. After setting up the tents and before cooking dinner, the campers wanted to shop for aliments in a nearby village.