My watermark is Lake Huron.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would build sand animals with my uncle, observe people parasailing and watch the sunset shimmer over the water. I would go for walks along the beach collecting seashells for my collection. I always went into the warm water and felt the soft sand between my toes and the slimy algae wrapping around my feet.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would dig holes in the sand and add the lake water to make a small pool with my cousins, I would feed my grandparent’s expired food to seagulls, and would climb the rocks on the shore. I had fun playing volleyball with my cousins as we hit, smacked and whipped the ball back and forth. We entered the water so many times to retrieve the ball.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would pretend as if I surfing while kneeling, laying down or crouching on a boogie board when riding the waves. Most of the time, I would fall off after every wave, or would ride right through it. I enjoyed racing my cousins and my brother on the waves to see who could get to the shore first or for who fell off the least. It was so much fun!

Often, I would go tubing with my friend, her sister and her grandpa. We would see who could last the longest without falling off. I, unfortunately, rarely won. I would sometimes push my friend off the tube if I was falling off, but sometimes she would do the same. I’m really happy that I had the opportunity to swim in Lake Huron, especially with my family.