Every year my mom's side of the family goes on vacation to Green Lake, Wisconsin, named after the algae green lake. When we go to the beach part of the lake there are blue and white, big, bulky, buoys making a big C around the area you are supposed to swim in. Of course, who wants to swim in just 20 ft square of water? So my family makes up a game where you have to swim to a old boat that is probably about 20 yards away from the buoys, and back. I took the challenge a couple years ago, when I had finally worked up the courage to swim that far out into a algae filled lake. So When we went to the beach one day on our vacation I announced "Dad, I am going to swim out to the old boat, want to come with me?" He looked surprised for a second then said
"Wow Abby, I'm proud of you. Sure, I'll come" so we jogged over to the cold water, hopped in, and swam right passed the buoys. We didn't even get 10 feet before I felt how much colder the water was out here. I wasn't exactly sure why, but it felt a little creepy. As we got farther out into the lake I felt something brush against my foot. It felt cold and slimy. I had scary thoughts flash through my head, like fish that bite, of eels. I almost yelled, but then I realized that it was just seaweed or some type of plant in the water, and felt a little stupid that I thought it was a eel. There aren't any eels in lakes silly, I thought to myself. I looked up and saw that the boat was only a yard or two away, I switched to doing the back stroke, so I wouldn't feel any plants on my legs. Then I felt my hand bump something hard. We made it to the boat! "Nice job Abby!" my dad congratulated me. I had made it! I gripped the side of the cold metal boat with my wet hands, and waved to my family back on land. I had did it! I was a survivor! "Ok, do you want to head back now?" my dad asked me. I nodded and we started to head back. I started with the back stroke. then switched to doggy padeling forward. Finally, after what felt like eternity, I got back to the beach. I did it.
"Wow Abby, I'm proud of you. Sure, I'll come" so we jogged over to the cold water, hopped in, and swam right passed the buoys. We didn't even get 10 feet before I felt how much colder the water was out here. I wasn't exactly sure why, but it felt a little creepy. As we got farther out into the lake I felt something brush against my foot. It felt cold and slimy. I had scary thoughts flash through my head, like fish that bite, of eels. I almost yelled, but then I realized that it was just seaweed or some type of plant in the water, and felt a little stupid that I thought it was a eel. There aren't any eels in lakes silly, I thought to myself. I looked up and saw that the boat was only a yard or two away, I switched to doing the back stroke, so I wouldn't feel any plants on my legs. Then I felt my hand bump something hard. We made it to the boat! "Nice job Abby!" my dad congratulated me. I had made it! I gripped the side of the cold metal boat with my wet hands, and waved to my family back on land. I had did it! I was a survivor! "Ok, do you want to head back now?" my dad asked me. I nodded and we started to head back. I started with the back stroke. then switched to doggy padeling forward. Finally, after what felt like eternity, I got back to the beach. I did it.
Looking Closely At Water
| Touch - When you tap the side of the cup, rings go out from the center of the cup - Outside of the cup feels cold | Smell - Like the air after a rainstorm - Humid | Sight - When you look through it, it bends the image on the other side - Small air bubbles on the side of the cup | Sound - Like a high pitched plink when you shake it |
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