Memory

From all of my favorite memories of being back home if I had to pick,
there is one single thing that comes to my mind fairly quick.
Summertime and the scorching sun, floating in the water and family barbecues brought so much fun.
Waking up, and looking out the window seeing friends on their boats just driving by, I wont ever forget the best fireworks on the 4th of July.
As summer was beginning to die down, it meant pond hockey season was coming around.
The lake brought me the best of memories, it was one of my greatest tokens.
Thats why my favorite memory of being back home would have to be Lake Oakland.