Lake Huron, ON - Elyas
My Watermark is Lake Huron at Grand Bend, Ontario.
When I was young at the beach, I could barely hear my own thoughts while building my elegant sand castle through the wonderful ruckus of hundreds of families playing and laughing and relaxing. I would think of those warm hot days and joyfully wait for my dad to call me for ice cream, as the tide washed up my sandy kingdom and I started anew.
When I was young at the beach, during the winters the lake became a desolate land. The lake seemed like a frozen mountain range, rows upon rows of small icy hills. It was a complete ghost town. The silence was almost “erie”. The wind blew and it would seem that the lake was in a deep sleep.
When I was young at the beach, I would beg to stay a little while longer as my family would start to get tired. My excitement never grew old.I played in the sand and swam in the water for hours and hours. I was one with the water and sand and they were one with me.
Those trips to the beach were some of the highlights of my summer. I remember going with my mom, dad, grandma and brother, all of us packed in an old, plain grey Honda. I would eat ice cream and swim in the water and embrace the refreshing breeze. I enjoyed the smorgasbord of different flavoured toffee and just the wonderful atmosphere of that sensational place. It is and always will be a part of me.