On a hot bridge valley day, I was slipping down the burning water slide.
My breathe was taken as I slide into the dark icy water. I couldn't see my noodle legs dangle beneath me.
Frantically swimming I was afraid of what my feet might discover underneath me.
The Lake was taking the feeling our of my numb body, as I was scrambling through the murky water to find the soft grass. Pulling myself onto the warm grass, my teeth chattered like an old engine. My hair was matted and soggy, woven with leaves hung old like a mop.