My Summer Home

Home means gathering around a campfire while the flames wave like a flag. Waking up to tiny baby birds chirping in their nests. Jumping off a wooden dock into cool, refreshing water as the waves push me over. Brightly coloured jet skis speeding across the glistening silver water. Home is sitting on the dock admiring the beautiful lake water. Sun bathing on the beach with the not wanting to be anywheres else. Tall dark green trees waving at me in the wind. Ginormous fish hopping in and out of the water making a huge splash. Home means dancing along the shore. Swimming to different islands big and small. Eating delicious watermelon while the juice leaks onto my face. Ghost stories that make me shiver all night and hide under my sheets. Home is where hugs are plentiful adventures begin and ghost stories never end. Home is the sun setting into a fiery sky to tell me it’s the end of another amazing day.