It was the middle of springtime and across from my house
where the incident took place. There was a lake there in
which my brother and I loved to explore from time to time.
The humidity and waterdrops where reminiscent of a fully
functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and burning glow of
the sun was relentless. Nonetheless, this fact did not
bother us one bit, but gave us more incentive to dance with
our cool and embracing "long-lost love".
The first step of this operation was making sure that our
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 brother 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 rare
and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like
mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife
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, grabbed the paddles,
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 brother and I,
after passing under many pipes and tunnels, floated into a
huge "cul de sac" of water, with an island in the center.
In our amazement, we paddled there as vigorously as
toddlers learning to swim. We tied the kayaks to a thin
branch with the slimy green rope mysteriously attached to
them, and hopped onto the island. We basked in pure
After the tempo settled, we started our natural brotherly
routine. My brother and I sat on the muddy bank, with our
feet dipped in water, and threw stones out as far away as
we could in our competitive nature. We set aside our
differences, and together, bonded. My newfound companion
and I sat, laughed, fought, played, and talked, as the sun
slowly left us.
At this point it did not matter what happened to us for
taking the kayaks, because whatever it was, it could not
replace the priceless experience we shared with one
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