In this story, a man takes his son to the lake that his
father used to take him. As a child, he had gone to the lake for all of
August every year for a while. Now that he has gone back with his own son
for the first time, he can't help compare what was to what it's like now. At times he as if he is his father and his
son is him as a child and that nothing has changed.
Some things, like the dragonflies and the waves and even the
bass seem to have remained the same and he has trouble differentiating between his
son and himself. He even at one point
sees a man there with a cake of soap that had been there during his youth and
was still there.
But things have also changed. As they walk along to dinner with only two
tracks, he remembered how there used to be three. The third and middle one used to be for
horses and was covered in horse crap.
Even the lake has changed a bit with the motorboats on them. The motorboats from when he was young were
quieter and only added to the ambiance.
Now they are louder. Still, his
son tries to master them like he did at his age.
Though many things have changed since he had been there,
some things stayed the same. No matter
what, the lake was still an awesome place to spend some time.
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