The water from our tap hurts your teeth in summer. Mom says it comes straight from the lake. It tastes like nothing, which is how water should taste, but most water doesn't.
In November the lake goes this heavy gray. The waves get taller than our garage. You can hear them from school.
Our sump pump turns on and off at night. It sounds like the house breathing. Dad checks it when it stops because stopping is the bad part. It runs way more now than when we first moved here.
I was supposed to use the packet.