>be me, 14 years old
>with brother, 12, and two friends 14 and 13
>at my family's summer cabin
>the four of us decide to take one of my dad's rubber dingys out to an island in the middle of a huge lake
>we pack a few supplies like water bottles and some snacks
>when we get there, the dingy is deflated when we row straight into some invisible fucking sharp rocks
>trapped on island, way too far to swin all the way back
>my parents and one of the friend's parents are in the nearby town for the day
>we are a little scared but decided it was a good time for an adventure
>scout the medium sized island, walking through the woods and climbing small cliffs
>after a while sun sets
>we decide to try to get some sleep (middle of summer so even the nights are pretty warm, no wild animals on the island except for birds and squirrels)
>we get woken up and scared half to death by our parents at 1 am
>they had been searching around the summer house, in the water and finally the entire island
>my mom was crying and yelling at us, said that if we would've died she would've killed us
>we all got to taste some beer when we came back to the house
All in all, not that exciting but still a good day.
Also a fond memory. Still talk about it every single time I meet one of the friends that was there with me and my brother.
>pic semi-related
Not the actual place but it reminded me of it a bit. Don't have any pics of the place on my pc although my mother has about 20 photo albums full of pics of the place.
