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NewEye's Lake In Winter

I

My father always took me fishing to NewEye Lake in the summer. It was, no offense dull for me, but then again, my times were spent with him there at age seven and eight. Someone like me didn't want to do no more than play video games, or spend time on the internet chatting with others in distant countries. I recall that one time my father got really mad at me for spending up late at night on a night before a fishing trip. He took my computer from me, shut it offer and told me to get to bed, or else I'd never get to see it again. My reply was a simple grunt with a scowl, but my brain caved in and the lamplight went out. The only light in my room was the moon.

Now many could be like, why not get a smartphone, or cell phone. Well, my parents were very protective and to be honest, in the younger years of mine, they pretty much were my 'only' friends. For goodness sakes, I had barely any friends growing up in my hometown, and those who were my buds, pitied me. It was an embarrassment, but then again, that's how all parents are for a while. It's not until one hits the teenage years the whole ball of wax's shape changes itself. I have to say though, getting back to my original train of thought, that fishing as a kid was a pain for me. However, deep inside my heart, I knew my father wanted to create memories for us both.

For those who know what I'm getting at. No one is as young as people make themselves out to be. We all go from young, to middle, to old age quickly even though time tries to make us think otherwise. Then again, when we're in motion doing some activity, time does seem to walk rather than run, but that is life for anyone. It can even be said about fishing, well, from a youngster's point of view, for let's face it, fishing can be boring, but fishing's about relaxation.

II

The name of the lake my dad would take me to is called NewEye Lake. It's size is approximately 5000 acres. Yes, it's rather large, but that's how it's always been and to be honest its only been getting bigger. Slowly over time it's been destroying the woodland so that anything living nearby is engulfed and taken out in its expansion. The whole idea is scary if one thinks about it, but, life isn't fair. Still, my dad like to come to NewEye and have me tag along for fishing bright and earlier. The strangest thing though is that we'd catch next to no fish, which baffled me, but according to my father, the point isn't to catch any fish, only to enjoy the moment. Yeah, like I said, he wants to create memories with me, for I'd sprout up rather fast.

Doing this kind of fishing really angered me, and I'm sure many would feel for me, for who'd want to waste their time with their dad when they'd rather be with friends, or something kid oriented. Regardless, like any 'cool' kid, I'd put up with fishing with my dad, for he was the one who was giving me a roof over my head. Yeah, he could kick me out of the house, or put me up for adoption like an evil, drunk, messed up father, but no, he had a kind, positive heart who just wanted to be in life with me. Some kids don't like that, some do, and in all cases, that's ok.

However, I remember losing my temper on a fishing trip with my dad on NewEye Lake about not catching one fish. He attempted to pull his philosophy about fishing on me, but this little one flipped and began rocking the boat. He told me to stop rocking the boat, that we'd tip, but I didn't care, my tantrum had ahold of me. If my brain serves correctly in the servers of my mind, my old man, father, hugged me tight and told me to calm down, that we'd go home if I were to just settle down. He looked me in the eyes and had these tears. My dad was really, really, scared. At first my head couldn't get it, but now, I see his emotions came, for he really got me.

III

After my tantrum, we stopped fishing. My dad claimed that he was tired of it and needed a break, but, I understood his real motives. To be honest, I was really, really embarrassed at what I'd turned into. However, I thought it best not to ask for a while. We didn't do any fishing in the Fall. We mostly spent family time having fun, eating meals, nothing too major. It was, actually, more boring than being out fishing. Yeah, that sounds weird, but it was true back then. Many might argue, well, I got what I wanted. My heart's desire to do what made ME happy in life, but to be honest I wasn't. The small heart of mine was so depressed and angry that my body felt flat.

Looking back, I guess my episode shouldn't have happened, but it did, and there's no fixing that time. As we get older I think that a lot of look back on our pasts, see dumb decisions, and are like, aw nuts, why'd I do that? It's as if the embarrassment is carried with us forever and ever. I would not argue that in the end we can look back and laugh at certain things, but, in the end, I don't think we do it to everything we've done. I believe with some past issues we keep recorded in our heads and from time to time they come back to play to keep us in line, to remind us when we start getting full of ourselves. The sad month of October at age eight haunts me well.

I recall being with my friends, hanging out, doing various activities. It was fun, but, to be honest, I really, really, really didn't care. My energy box was zapped the moment I woke up, showered, and got something to eat. This guy could never be happy because of how life was back during that moment of my childhood. My friends tried to cheer me up, but to be honest, it didn't really work all that well. I attempted to bullshit them, but they saw through me, and decided to just leave me in my bed of pain for a bit. They told me not to come hang out with them until I was feeling emotionally put together. It did hurt when they said that, but, then again, perhaps not.

IV

My friends did come back to me when winter rolled around. I recall my friends came to me at the door to my house. We sat around in our living room talking about how I was doing, and although my dad attempted to comfort me, saying that we'd try fishing again next year, my heart just hurt to have seen my dad so upset. Regardless, I told him, next time, I'd keep my temper under control. One of my friends, Owen, asked me if I wanted to go to the lake and skip stones. I inquired about the lake being frozen, but he said that it wasn't cold enough for the water to be that way, and just as my mouth was about to say 'sure', my father let out a small snarl at me.

"Son," My friends and me turned to him. "You are not allowed to go out to the lake during winter."

"But dad..." I started.

"No butts!"

"What's wrong with going to the Lake, Mr. Sliver?" Owen's face was confused. "We just want to skip stones?"

"That may be the case, and in all honesty, I wouldn't mind it during spring, summer, or fall, but in winter, he's not going."

"But, what's so wrong about going to the Lake, I mean our parents let us going whenever we please."

"That's them, this is us, so please. Either think of some other place you'd guys like to hang or please leave my house."

In the end, my friends were too perplexed and angry to think of anything else. They were too riled up the way my dad had talked to them. Sadly, I could not foresee the coming events.

V

"Hey, wake up, we're going out to the lake, wanna join us?"

My eyes flooded open to the sound of the voice and I turned my head to see Owen with my other friends standing outside my bedroom window. "What in the world are you guys doing outside my window?"

"We're going to the lake, and well, we're going to have you come with us."

"But my dad said."

"Oh come on, only five minutes, please."

I thought for a moment, then smiled. "Sure, let's skip some stones."

After grabbing my coat we hiked a good half mile to the lake. The scene was beautiful, but there was a problem. Two teen thugs were at the shore dumping garbage into NewEye. It didn't faze my friends, but got me upset. I wanted to run in and tell them to stop it, for I loved nature, and to damage it hurt me. However, little did I know those teens would get their just desert. I would witness something that would forever make me wish I wasn't born whatsoever.

"Haha! Yeah! Awesome bro!" The two teens high-fived one another. "Now let's go."

A soft, airy voice filled the air. "Well, well, well, looks like some pests have messed."

My friends and I watched as a seven foot arctic fox with icicles hanging off his body rose out of the water. The giant was thin, had an ear missing, and froze the water with a single paw. The teens shivered, tried to run, but the freak, grabbed the teens. The arctic fox slammed them into the ice over and over again until they died. He pulled their bodies down into the water, but came back up. The nightmare had seen us. It came at us and we jetted. I want to finish saying we all got out, but Owen, was caught, and stabbed to death with icicles, then taken back to NewEye.