Many of my fondest summer memories are from our summer cottage. It’s a log cabin my family built by hand almost 20 years ago.There are no showers or electricity there and it’s also rather isolated, thus making it the perfect place to go relax and forget all the stress and worries of city life.
Last summer I went there with my mother and two little sisters. The first thing everyone always notices is the smell of the pine trees and the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. The air is fresh, pure. Not a factory or even a store for miles. Also, every time I enter the cottage for the first time in the summer, the smell of the wooden walls just feels good.
Every day when we’re there, we go swimming. The lake water is much softer than that of a public swimming pool. I remember this one time when I was 6 or maybe 7 and some family friends of ours came to spend their vacation there with us. My dad, one of the friends and I went fishing. Our friend brought his dog with us and he swam while we stood on a smooth rock. The dog rose up from the water, snuck behind us and shook the water out of his fur. This of course made the rock wet and my dad and I could see how our friend started to slide on the now very slippery rock towards the lake. He was so concentrated on the fishing that he didn’t realize he was sliding until it was too late, and fell straight into the water.
I didn’t really know what to do, but my dad was laughing his head off until tears came to his eyes. Our friend’s wife wasn’t very pleased with the incident since he had had his phone in his pocket during his dip into the lake.
Nevertheless, everyone who has ever stayed with us there has had a great time. It’s our little piece of paradise on Earth.