personal narrative

             It was the middle of springtime and across from my aunts house where the
             incident took place. There was a lake there in which my cousin and I loved to
             explore every so often. The humidity and water drops where reminiscent of a
             fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and burning glow of the sun was
             relentless. Although, this fact did not bother us one bit, but gave us more
             incentive to dance with our cool and embracing "long-lost love". It had been a
             few years since we had actually spent some time together, especially on
             The first step of this operation was making sure that the neighbors had
             gone away from the house for at least two hours. Since it was their lake and
             property, this made it safe for us in not getting caught in the middle of our
             escapade. Upon this, my cousin and I snuck to their backyard like two
             undercover police officers, until we were in the clear. Nerve-wracking minutes
             later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We
             stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it
             resembled a finely-cut diamond. The unique fragrance enticed us. It smelled
             like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from lillypads and wet grass,
             to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt.
             Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the
             kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up,
             and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud
             into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, put our feet on the peddles, and
             floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us downstream,
             periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp branches leaning over the
             water, now that was true adventure! Minutes later, my cousin and I, after
             passing under many pipes and tunnels, floated into a huge "cul de sac" of water
             with an island in the center....

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