It's funny how smells can take you back in time like a time machine. Today the lake smelled just like the beach that I took swimming lessons at as a child. I never learned how to swim there because I was afraid of the strangers who were supposed to be teaching us. Even then, at age 6, my shyness disgusted me.
I found a secret beach today on my lunch break. I didn't mind that my Crocs were full of sand and tickled my feet with each footstep.
In addition to the secret beach, I also found some sea glass and fish heads whose eyeballs had been plucked out by birds.
I am glad that I have a secret beach now.
The End.
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