My Watermark is Lake Ontario at Wasaga Beach.

When I was young at Wasaga Beach, I would sit in the shallow water trying to find seashells and rounded rocks for my Betta fish. I would try and find fish and I would need to hop across the sand so I wouldn’t burn my feet.

When I was young at Wasaga Beach, It would be hot and windy and isolated from the public beach located next to Wasaga. When I was younger I would socialize with the other residents coming to relax.

When I was young at Wasaga Beach, the wind would be cold and wet and harsh on my wet skin, throwing my wet hair around mercilessly. I would try and swim a new distance every day, trying to reach one of the nearing sandbars.

I remember picking up random things on the shore for my fish and being told not to litter. The beach would have water bottles left there and wrappers floating around.