Anja’s Memory

One hot and dry day, three years ago, in July. My family and I were in the middle of a wonderful trip to Europe. We decided to visit a lake that was quite a popular tourist destination, probably because of its beautiful scenery and clear water. I think it was either in Switzerland or Austria but I am not sure. This lake had a small island in the center. Since the lake was not very big, it was easy to swim to the center. The lake was very shallow but the bottom was covered with sharp rocks, so my dad swam with me. When we reached the shore, my dad and I split up. My dad went to get my sister, while I stayed behind to explore. I walked a little ways tell I reached a stump. I bent down to look more closely at it, then I felt a sting on my foot. The sting passed quickly so I payed no notice to it, but when I felt two more I looked down. There on my foot were three dead red ants hanging on by what I assume was their teeth. They were quickly joined by more. Then I panicked. I jumped into the water, and called for my dad. Together we swam to shore. I vowed never to go back to that island again.