Personal Narrative-I Grow Up By A Lake

I grew up by a lake. My family helped build the lake back in the 1800s but we no longer live on it, we sold our part back in 1960’s. We knew several people that lived on the lake that would let us use their lots to swim, fish, and just have a good time. I took my friends there often and I had a few birthday parties there. It became a common hang out for me and my friends. It became a sunday afternoon hangout for us. It became a good place for us to spend time with each other. I distinctly remember going down there with two of my friends Jack and John. On this particular time, Jack was already down there and I had to pick up John. he suggested we grab some firewood to cook what we caught for dinner. To me, that sounded like a good idea so we got about three bundles of firewood and a lighter. When we got to the lot John and me surprised Jack by telling him our plan to cook what we caught. At this time it was about three. Jack took off his shirt and ran into the lake at full speed and feel about five feet into the water. John ran to the
dock and dove off of it and I followed into a cannon ball. Jack swam to the raft and jumped up while John got out and got two noodles. I just floated on my back for a few while John swam to the raft, encouraging Jack to engage him in a noodle sword fight. Jack obliged and the two fought quoting every star wars that they could think of for about two minutes. After the two minutes, it just because of a game of king of the raft. After Jack picked up John and threw him off the raft and bellowed a caveman like yell. He challenged me to fight him. I was busy doing nothing so I told him, no, but after constant nagging for me, I finally said yes. Now to say it Jack is five foot nine and a hundred soaking wet, but he's a hockey player so he strong. I'm six foot six and more than two hundred fifty so I have a few, well, everything on him. He put his hand out to pull me up when he grabbed my hand I threw him into the water and quickly got on the raft and imitated his caveman yell and did the king kong chest pound. He got up on the raft and grabbed my waist and pushed me into the water. On my way down I pulled him in with me. At that time John and gotten a floating ring and was doing a football style commentary while Jack and I fought for king of the raft. I conceded after about fifteen minutes Jack did his caveman yell again. I swam and got a noodle and floated by John Jack soon followed me. We just floated and talked for several hours.
It started to be dusk and Jack suggested that we start fishing.
We all swam and got our poles and began fishing. I swam out to the raft and began to bait my hook Jack just got out and swam and fished and John went to the dock. At about 6ish we had a few fish in the live trap nothing to big. I was changing my hook leaving my line in the water looking at my tackle box trying to figure out what to use when my pole shot toward the water. I quickly grabbed it and my line began to wine. I set my hook and my pole was bent an extreme angle. I was using my large fish pole so I was lucky in that sense it took me over a half hour to reel it in, it was a large pike. That was my last fish of the night and began to clean all the fish while Jack and John got the fire started. We cooked at ate the fish while we just sat till almost midnight. At the end of the night, we all went home, Jack got in trouble because he was supposed to be home at
11.
This was the last weekend before we all left for college. The lot became a special place for us. The time we spent at that lot was special to us, all of us. John went to northern, Jack went to Wayne and I went to mott. Looking back now all three of us are not who we were back when we met in elementary school, But we were still friends.