There is nothing that brings back a stronger childhood memory then a warm summer day spent on the Lake. Everything's the same, except for the boat is growing old just like myself and the life jackets are tattered. There are the same smells, the same green algae slime, the same glassy warm water, the same midges that smack you in the face and the same chips and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. My Dad can still throw it down on a slalom ski. We've watched him with pride for so many years and he still has the skills. My Mama still manages to go for a spin and somehow keep her hair completely dry. Apparently the only thing that's changed is the leeches found along the shore which are even larger and more disgusting then remembered.
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