Emma, 12The gentle wind whipped over my face. The ducks quacked and I could faintly hear the sound of small waves lapping up onto the stone strewn beach. I lay there, eyes closed. The roar of jet boats and screaming children filled my ears. The burning hot sun warmed my body, toes to head. I opened my eyes to see the barren mountains high above me. Warm enough to hop in the lake I took a step into the frigid water. It sent a shiver up my spine.