My Second Home
The wind blowing in my hair, the water softly mists my face. There is a persistent humming in my ear from the motor. I turn and gaze over the railing, there are islands scattered in the distance including one, my final destination, the largest island in sight. The mysterious water curls against the edge of the boat, foamy and disturbed by the passing boat. My fingers drum consistently on the railing, repeating a rhythmic beat. I find myself pacing the deck, back and forth, always returning to the same location, facing the island. As the ferry boat approaches the dock, I become overwhelmed with the anticipation of the fun that, I know, is awaiting me on this island.
Kelly's Island is a place that brings back fond memories from my childhood. This is a place where I have spent many summer vacations and family reunions. I think back on my simple, quiet, and lonely life. I am always the center of attention but lacking someone of my own age to interact with, to share my deepest secrets with. Although some people might say I'm crazy, I would have liked to have siblings. Kelly's Island gave me a chance to be around my family. Having cousins my own age to play with and even pick on me, gave me a warm fuzzy feeling deep inside.
This island presents its own kind of magical aura, located in the middle of Lake Erie just off the shore of Northern Ohio, and perhaps this is why I was so mystified by this special place. This small island has many beaches. On one side of the island, the beaches are made of stone, on the other, they are sandy white beaches resembling an ocean shore, glistening in the sunlight. The hot muggy weather makes your skin moist, and the only relief to be found is the occasional breeze off the lake or a quick dip in the fresh water.
I step off of the boat, my eyes searching for a familiar face. I begin weaving my way through the crowd; I can feel the warm skin of strangers brush against me. As the crowds separate I see the welcoming faces of my Aunt Sharon and Uncle Bill. I run to give them an embracing hug. My cousin, Levi, steps out from behind his dad and I notice his wide eyes containing a sparkle as the excitement builds inside. My parents catch up with me and more greetings are in order. We retreat to the golf cart, which most of the tourists use, along with bicycles, to get around. After a short drive, we reach the house. It is a tall, white house with large windows facing the water front. The character of this old house fills my imagination with stories of an old captain living there. I am pleased to see the rest of my family playing croquet and socializing in the lawn. With...