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  • It was a cool summer morning. The mist was floating on the lake, but still as if the wind had stopped. My grandparent's home was always my favorite home to visit. They were always adventurous and came up with multiple activities.
    My grandfather woke early that morning to go for his bicycle ride. When he came back, he ran to his car and got back on the road. He arrived after that soon after with a paddle-board on his car.
    "Grandpa?" I said, "What is that? Where did you get it?"
    Out of breath, my grandfather said, "I found it washed up over at the bay. I will put an ad on craigslist and wait a month and if nobody claims it, would you be interested in paddle boarding?"
    "Of course! It would look great on top of my Subaru. It'll be interesting to see what comes of it."
    Sure enough, nobody claimed the board and a month later, I returned to my grandparents house and brought it home.

    My first day on the board was amazing. I was nervous, but I had a lot of fun. I paddled all the way across lake Wallace and my father waited at the other end for me. He wanted to make sure I didn't fall in or get lost.
    I proceeded to paddle-board the rest of the summer.
    One day I went out to Sandy Beach on Lake Averil. I stood on the board and paddled out to the middle of the lake. Once I got there, I stopped and looked around at the glistening water and listened to the Loon sitting on the shore. I saw the view of the purple hazed mountains and felt the warmth of the sun beaming on my face and shoulders. It was then that I realized that I love where I live. I had always said I would move far away and never come back, but I truly loved my home. Never take what you have for granted.
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