Madison- my memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Won my grade's writing competition (i was one of 4 finalists)

Submitted: September 28, 2009

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My former home, Madison, Wisconsin, has many virtues, but its greatest is undoubtedly its two lakes. They are called Lake Mendota and Lake Monona. As a kid, I always enjoyed the sound of them together. Mendota Monona Mendota Monona. They roll off your tongue.
During the summer, our family would bike to the beach and swim in the lake at Tenney Beach on lake Mendota. We would construct sandcastles, dig deep holes and fill them with water, and build tiny rivers that flowed into the lake. I even held my sixth and seventh birthday parties at the beach in late August. At the end of the day, we would watch the sunset throw brilliant colors across the sky with the feel of warm sand underneath our toes.
In the fall, our family would still come to the beach in our jackets and wind pants. I would venture to a small peninsula right next to the beach with my brother, Peter. Two trees bent towards each other to form an entryway to the peninsula. Peter and I would climb across from one tree to another, giving each other five when we met at the top. I would often sit on a sturdy branch that jutted out over the water and read. The rushing and crashing of the waves created soothing background music for reading a book.
Winter’s bitter cold prevented us from coming to the beach, yet it created a whole new world out on the ice. Our family would bundle up and head out to the lakes to skate. I remember playing hockey on the lake and then gliding up a frozen stream with my dad until it circled back around into the lake. Discovering this new experience, I did it again, but I did it alone this time. The quietness of the frozen water and the fact that life still survives under the ice have never ceased to amaze me. I would skate under the three bridges at Tenney Park holding hands with my mom. We would laugh as one of us slipped and fell on their snow pant covered behind. The city held an annual kite flying festival called ‘Kites on Ice’ every winter. We wrapped up tight and braced the frigid winds to go out and see all the kites in the air above the frozen water. There were all kinds and sizes of kites. There were giant ones shaped as cartoon characters, arrow shaped ones doing advanced tricks and flips, and small box kites flown by families like our own. It was a sight to see!
As spring drew in warmer weather, we would bike on the many trails around the lakes. I always looked forward to the glimpses of the lake’s gently moving water through the trees. My parents would bike down to the beach carrying an old loaf of bread and two excited children. As soon as we arrived, Peter and I would rip open the bag of bread, take a slice each, and then run down to the rocks where the ducks were. I loved seeing the lucky duck devour the tiny piece of bread I tore from my slice. I always tried to make sure that all the ducks got at least one piece.
The lakes were my favorite feature of Madison because they provided entertainment for my family and brought us together. Everyone needs water to survive; some just need it in different ways.


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