Memorial Day, 4th of July, and Labor Day weekend are quite the holidays in the summer. My family goes to my aunt's lakehouse every year. Growing up, I had become a pure lake baby. I loved tubing, fishing, boating, and riding golf carts. I could always bring a plus one with me every time we went to Tuggle's. That weekend we would be on the lookout for hot, way out of our league, lake boys. This was me, a 10-year-old girl who was striving to impress 18, 19, 20-year-old boys. I clearly had no idea what I was doing. Just to inform you, we would try to tread behind them on our golf cart while they were on four-wheelers. And when they'd turn around to look at us, we dreamed that they would drool over our gorgeous features.
Who does that?
This was the same time I would pray every night for the Jonas Brothers to become my actual blood siblings. The lake made me feel empowered. I felt older when I drank a grape crush out of a glass bottle as if it was a Corona Lite with a lemon in it like my mother drinks. I would feel competitive when I would go fishing with my dad, not to mention that I would have a little photoshoot every time I would catch one. I would feel super attractive when I had my black and white striped, or cheetah rainbow bathing suit on (it was a bikini). I was ten, what was I doing with my life? Don't even get me started about the fedora. Could this be any more embarrassing? To this day I envy my ten-year-old self, I was a skinny queen who had very few things that stressed her out and I was so entertained that I wasn't even worried about what other people thought, or how much I ate, or if I needed money to buy stuff. But I am sure that I am the same Lake baby that I was 7 years ago. Guess we will just have to wait and see on this memorial day weekend to find out if the inner little girl in me will come out...
