"I is for Ida who drowned in a lake"
Looking of how this could be seen, is a relatable child, named Ida, who loves something but knows if touched, there is no going back. Who could remember moments being Ida themselves, loving something but know, if not thinking this through, it will end badly.
Love seafood, but you are highly ailing to it, you are going to get sick, but that taste is just too good to pass up on. Scared of heights but love stage jumping; same thing, the ending for most, just go an unusual route. Ida is no different any of this. She loved water, the feeling of it, color of it, what holds in it, and maybe the smell of it.
One of them have to draw her near, wanting to know more of it all, just to understand the mystery of the lakes secretes. Though, the one thing that keeps away her, is that she can't swim. Too young to stay above the lake surface, to stay alive: just not enough to get by.
It can't stop her, even if the fence that blocks her from touching doesn't stop the small sneaks through to tickle her feet. It was an unsaid welcome for her, to that, she had to follow it. The only thing that is keeping her away, is the fence made by people, who don't understand the want. The docks are not far, a boat tied too, left by the grumpy fisherman too lazy to put it away.
Everything is just falling into place; all Ida needed was, to pass the fence. Mother's gardening tools could make does, digging under the fence, at night, the night the parents are out in the town. Babysitter leaves around ten on the dot, a sparing of a few hours left before the parents come home. Now is all the time to use it, Ida does, rushing out of the house to the shed, the key for it is under the gnome stone, grab a good shovel and hurry to the fence.
Ida digs, moving dirt out of the way fast enough, heading through the hole and rushing to the docks, where the loose roped boat is found. Careful she does, gets into the boat, removing the rope, using the ores to get to that certain point of the lake, where the fisherman always go to. Tied she is, but the smile of excitement is there, until finally reaching the stopping place. For a moment, Ida catches her breath, before placing the ores aside while Ida walks to where the fisherman would sit.
She peaks over, smile still there, seeing herself in the water just enough by the moonlit glow, wanting to touch to it. Slowly she reaches out, almost there as her fingers just graze the surface. Yet, she is spook by the sounds of voices, very familiar voices, wanting to get back to land to avoid much trouble. Her footing wonk, a short shriek and splash flash through the darkness, while a mother cries and a father rushes out with friends to save her.
Ida though, is just too far out; her face will be ghostly pale with blue lips by the time they get to her. The lake once more takes another life, unknowing, as always.