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I gazed out into the distance. Glistening water with soft, rippling waves enveloped the miles beyond me. They danced along to the beat of the wind, peacefully swaying back and forth. Sitting on this wooden dock, nostalgic childhood memories came rushing back like a full-speed rollercoaster. I remembered the extensive hours spent splashing around like a newborn duckling alongside my brothers, giggling until we couldn’t breathe no more. I remembered the days where my preeminent problems were bruised knees, too-tight pigtails or misplaced Barbie dolls. I remembered the days where any drear could be cured with a hug and a kiss. And I remembered sitting on this very dock, in this very seat, candidly thinking about what toy to play with next or what we were having for dinner that night. This seat is today my refuge; where I can escape from this world filled to the rim with rumors, pain and ample jealousy. Sitting here, I gaze out into the distance and let the placid waves erase all of yesterday’s pains. I inhale the cool mountain breeze and let it fill my lungs with enough power to overcome life’s upcoming challenges. Then when I’m drained of all this energy like a tub drained of its soapy water, I come back to this asylum of revitalization, to this shelter of emotions, to this sanctuary of puissance, to be revived yet again.