Lakes

How many people go to lakes a year? I don't know, but it has to be a very high, unpronounceable number. Lakes are good places for kids to swim, and usually good family places to go. They're peaceful areas where you can just relax your troubles away.... and return to them once you get home.

This is most likely the case, but not always. For example, yesterday I went to a lake that was free. My mom usually looks for the free things to go to, and that is why bada bing, we were at this lake an hour and a half from Lancaster. I can't remember the name of the lake, but it was full of forestry, log cabins, and stuff you'd see on a mountain side. It was unbelieveable that it was only about 10 miles from Harrisburg at most. It was nice up in the forest, which turned out to be a state park. The temperature was about seven degrees cooler than in the hot, steaming city of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. It felt good just to get away from the city for a change.

So, when driving in, we noticed a kid was crying and his family was panicing and trying to call the universal number, Ghostbusters. No, not really. As cool as that would have been, they were dialing '911'. They couldn't get signal and when my family asked what was wrong, the crying kid's parents told us his eye was literally stuck together, apparently by melted plastic. However the hell that got into the kid's eye. Anyway, my dad successfully gets through to 911, and he asks for medical assisstance. We then all figured the kid would be fine with his family, and left to have a relaxing day at the beach.

When we arrived, my mother and sister sent me over to scout out non-buggy spots. I don't know what the hell they meant by that, since it was a forest and usually bugs come with the trees. Nevertheless, I picked a spot and we set up our chairs and ate our artichoke and pesto sandwiches. We began to look around, and I tell you it was the best day for people-watching. You saw a variety of every kind of person. You saw the strange family across from us, who were a bit.... strange. Then you had the Russian Mafia behind us, and you were then hit with the one you cannot escape. The homeboy. At least, the kid thought he was a homeboy. He walked around with his jeans down to his knees, with the belt that was not making any difference at all. However, what was most funny about this kid was, when he changed into his bathing suit, he did the same thing. The swim shorts were around his knees with his boxers showing. I mean,that doesn't even look "cool" if that's what he was aiming for.

Later, a normal family arrived, looking like us: new to the place. They sat down and did the exact same thing as we did, people-watch. They were very reluctant to break the groups. They went to the bathroom in two's and three's. I myself it was a bit extreme, but there were some extreme people at the lake at the time. And so, we spent the day swimming, which turned out to be fun because we were even people watching as we swam. It was pretty strange when we realized that there was a 60 year old man was watching a group of teenagers. Well, he was a pervert (go figure), and we tried to avoid the man. It was easier than you would think, since he was blatantly swimming in a circle around a group of teenage girls, and staring at them.

And so our adventure ends, and we know what to expect next time, and we also know to get a little secluded area where we can sit on our own. What a day.