I love the water.
I grew up in northwest Arkansas, about five minutes from Beaver Lake, (Nelson’s Hollow branch, an undeveloped part of the lake.) Summers were spent there, swimming, drifting to the middle of the lake on our cheap Walmart air mattresses, fishing or skiing.
Before my dad got heavily into his drinking, after dinner we would load up and head to the lake. We three siblings, and maybe a cousin or two would ride in the back of the pickup truck. It was a dirt road trip and it never seemed anyone was worried about us falling out, even as we leaned over the bed of the truck trying to grab the small tree branches that lined the road.
I met Patty, who became my best friend for many years, because of a trip to the lake. They lived in the hollow. (Side note here: I found out many years later they lived in the same house my dad did when he was very young.) [Read more…] about My Love of Water