My watermark is Pog Lake.

When I was young at Pog Lake, I would dip my toes into the cool fresh water, attempt to avoid squiggly seaweed, and canoe/kayak till my muscles ached. Some days I would try to fish with my dad never wanting to touch the bait. If I was lucky, I could help my mom and Nana pack food for picnics at the shore.

When I was young at Pog Lake, I would dig tunnels and dams in the sand pretending that I was a successful engineer. I would run, jump, and bound across the soft sand. I would search for the perfect skipping stones, hoping that i would beat my previous skip.

When I was young at Pog Lake, I would sit eating cookies, chips, and sandwiches watching the waves gently roll. On sunny days my cousins and I would cover ourselves in wet sand, racing into the lake to wash it off. I would splish, splash, and splosh in the deep blue water.

As the sun set I'd gaze at the the light reflecting on the water in awe. I didn't want to play at the campground or hike through the scenic paths. Pog Lake gave me some of my best memories and even over time those memories never fade.