The warmness of the afternoon mixed with the cool breeze blowing lightly tickled my nose as I swung in a white crochet hammock. I could hear the faint sound of the lapping of the lake on the rocky shore. Bugs chirped to say goodbye to summer and the sun cast across the water making it glimmer. I looked across the water to cherry island which I longed to visit but my mom and dad told me no because it was private. I saw the old boat "patches" resting on the grass near the shore drying. My blond hair was cut to my shoulders and it shone in the auburn sun. I walked up the wooden steps and through the sliding glass doors and my feet walked across the scratchy grey carpet.
"What are you up to Natter-bee?" My dad said when he heard my soft footsteps.
"What are you up to Natter-bee?" My dad said when he heard my soft footsteps.