The Dock

two; lift my spirits

Samantha's house is a tiny little bungalo, but still cozy and warm.

Mine is just like it, but a tiny bit bigger.

A big window faces out towards the lake.

She has a dock too.

Just like mine.

I love the lake. So many memories in there too.

We always go fishing their. As we stand on the dock.

Before you walk on the dock, a sign from when I was about five is hanging on a nail that was hammered into a wooden pole identical to the one on the other side.

I have a professionial camera, and I take pictures of the dock when the sun sets.

It is just beautiful.

"No Jamie, don't do it!!" I called to my older brother. He was so dumb. He was going to ride his bike off the dock into the water.

That was four years ago. It didn't go well.

He ended up in the emergency room with a concusion and bruises all over the place.

He did hit his head really hard though. He has a scar on his forehead now.

Right above his eyebrow.

Samantha is an only child. Must be nice. I obviously wouldn't know.

Maybe that's why she so nice and polite. Because her parents were able to focus on just her, and not any other little brats.

She wants a little sister. She wants to feel what it's like.

I do too.

I've always wanted to have a little sister. Maybe my life wouldn't be so messed up.

A little kid could always lift my spirits.

Ecspecially if she was my sister.

Ahh, one can dream, right?