My watermark is Lake Huron.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would collect many pretty shells, old rocks and fresh plants. I would use my small yellow bucket to try and catch little brown fish, but I never caught any of them. I would flop around on the wet sandy shore and pretend I was a washed-up mermaid with a pink tail. My mom would slather sunscreen all over me, so my pale skin wouldn't burn. It burned anyway.

When I was young at Lake Huron, I would run along the edge of the sparkling water and pretend I was in a movie, music video or storybook. My mom would make me wear a bright yellow life jacket if I wanted to swim deep in to the big blue lake. I would watch the small boats cruise along the horizon, as I felt the cool waves at my sides and tried not to swallow the murky water.

When I was young at Lake Huron, the seaweed, rocks and sand would tickle and hurt my small feet. I would eat yummy sandwiches as hungry seagulls would try to steal them away. I’d watch the gleaming water twinkle in the melting hot summer sun. Me and my younger brother would sit on long logs that we would find floating around in the water.

At the end of the long hot day I would watch the orange sun sink into the water, feel the air get cold and notice the beach start to quiet down. I would wrap my colourful towel around my shivering body. I would think of my fun day at the beach and begin to count down the days until I could visit the beautiful beach once again.