It was the summer of '86, and me and my very best friend Jimmy Swansonsteenburg, were down at the lake. It was a glorious day and the December sun enveloped the day in a cool yet dusty sort of manner. The lake teemed with mystery, and each ripple beheld it's own dire tale and consequences.
We ate our premade picnic in waves of joy and wonder, at the marvels of modern technology. Afterwards, he and I went for a joyful swim in the Weeaboo River. The mysteries swirled beside us, as we treaded the day away through waves of joy and wonder, at the marvels of modern technology.
We grew weary, and provoked ourselves to lie down in a cool patch of grass, conveniently positioned underneath a large oak tree. The grass curdled against our skin, as the song "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus seeped out of the boombox speakers. I turned to my friend and remarked how great of a classic this song was, and an agreeing smile spread across her face.