Canoeing CRITIQUE PLZ

We dip our paddles into the clear water and glide smoothly across the lake. Sunshine on our heads, the scene is not as serene as it may seem.

Inside the canoe, we are giggles and laughter and saying stupid things. My cousins and I make fun of each other and talk endlessly on about nothing, about everything.

We are an expert set of canoers. Mostly. Allie is in the back, steering our ship. She's the oldest, and the only one that can actually steer well. Cori sits on her carpet square in the middle, sometimes resting her arms on the bar going across the canoe, sometimes not. There is no middle seat, so she's on the floor of the canoe. She often gets stuck there being the youngest of us. I don't think she minds, though. At least, not all the time. I get to be in the front. I get a view no one else gets, but I often turn 'round because of the conversation.

Allie and I splash Cori as we paddle. It's on accident. Sort of. Sometimes it's on purpose. She splashes back, but we yell as she slightly leans to one side. "Crack on the crack!" so we don't tip over.

We keep a lookout for the loons. It's not called Loon Lake for nothing. We've seen the loons many a time and have even followed them around the lake in our canoe.

I love our canoe. It may be old and full of spider webs when no one uses it and it has a tiny hole somewhere, but it works.

Tommy sees us from the dock and yells something about dinner being soon. We yell back and start paddling back to the cabin.

Author's Note
I haven't posted anything in awhile that's actual finished writing, but with my creative writing class, expect stuff more regularily. This is a vignette I had to write about something that happened in my life. I wrote it about canoeing with my cousins, if you couldn't figure that out. Haha. Yep...

Much love and more to come,
Keegan <3