My watermark is Lake Huron.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would race down the beach, go fishing aggressively on the pier, and go canoeing fiercely down the dock.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would swat away bugs like a scarce ninja throwing ninja stars, I would get ferociously slapped by massive skyscraper size waves, and I screamed at the top of my lungs while being attacked by psychotic geese.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would swim down by the pier while trying not to burn myself on hogweed. Roasting mouthwatering marshmallows and hotdogs until they blacken on the cool sand near the beach and getting filthy while searching for insects tadpoles and crayfish in the swampy creek.

As I stood still on the cold wet sand looking for minoes my feet start to sink and get stuck, I would stare at the setting sun every night until it was dark and it was the most awesome view ever, it always will be the most beautiful and awesome view and moment ever for all lifetimes to come.