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I Really, Really Do Not Like Lakes

I dislike lakes with a passion. I am quite happy if I am on one or by one – fishing, boating, sunning, or what have you – but I am most certainly not fine when I am in one.

Have you ever read Stephen King’s short story “The Raft“?

If you have, you know what I’m talking about.

If you haven’t, let me summarize it for you: There is a raft. In a lake. And people die on it.

I have a memory of standing waist-deep in a lake when I was about six, and feeling something on my leg, and looking down to see some sort of whitish sea-cucumber-y thing wrapped around my ankle. I’m not sure that this is a real memory – it may very well have been a dream – but still. Nothankyou.

And on the odd occasion that I’ve ventured into a lake as an adult, I have been nipped at by fish. Another thing that I do not enjoy.

Scary stuff, lakes.

Via.

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