Once upon a time, I swam in a lake. It wasn't just a normal lake it was the dearest lake I had ever seen. I thought about throwing a rock into it but I didn't because I was afraid that I would disturb the water and it would stop being clear and still. I also thought about going into the lake but I didn't do that either. My brother ran up to the lake rock in hand but luckily I stopped him from throwing it just in time. After he left I just sat and stared at the lake for another 10 minutes and then I got bored and left. That was the end of the story about the place that I went up to my cabin called Peterhope Lake in the summer.