I grew up on the shores of Lake Ontario.
Not literally,
but close enough that when my mum and dad came home from work,
we might pack a few cold cuts,
some fresh bread, potato salad,
a thermos of coffee, another of KoolAid,
and head to the beach for supper and a swim.
I remember two things: sometimes we took our cat Peter who thought he was a dog,
and there was a large shrub where I liked to have my meals.
I wedged myself into its branches and ate my mother’s potato salad from a Tupperware bowl, pretending I was a castaway on a desert island.
I’m still drawn to lakes, to desert isles, to pretending and to potato salad,
though I notice there are fewer shrubs that I fit neatly into.
♦
Matilda Magtree 
Love this!
And you know lakes! And other bodies of water… (:
Thank you.
Lovely post! Though I was startled to see your feet without sandals.
Ha! Yes, well, you can’t be a castaway with shoes on…
I grew up at Scarborough Bluffs at the south end of McCowan Rd. Lakes were a big part of my upbringing too. I get it, Carin. Lakes and shores are like magnets. I can still smell it, feel the damp. Your post brought it all back to me (now living so far from lakes).
Mary, I’m always happy when people are thinking about lakes…
Am delighted this brought the waves a little closer to you.