The Lake

Riding down the hill, wind in my hair I couldn’t wait to get down to the lake. As I walked through the gate my senses were overwhelmed with the pretty sights, splendid smells, and even the grit of the sand in my teeth. I look sideways and notice the playground that was once at my school. Now I can’t hold it in, I sprint down to the shoreline and leap 20 feet in the air before finally hitting the water. Underwater I look around in the murky liquid, I can see a small fish staring in to my eyes.

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