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Hide Away Island Slowly I rowed my canoe toward Hide Away Island, my island. The oars glided gently over the water making ripples. If you had been standing on the shore looking at the scene, I’m sure you would have found it very beautiful. The water reflected the setting sun, and overhead birds flew. I didn’t take the time to enjoy the beauty though, because I know with each stroke of the oars, I got closer to my destination. The minute my canoe scraped the sandy ground, I let out, and tied it securely to a branch. Grabbing my pack, I began my journey to my fort. I first built the fort when I was ten, all by myself, but the fort was really Chad’s idea. Chad was my big brother. He’s the one who really discovered Hide Away Island, but he shared it with me. It was our secret, mom, and dad never knew about it. They still don’t know. Of course, they never did bother much with us; they’re always too busy arguing with each other. Vacations here at Lake Patoka were supposed to bring us together, but it seems like they just make mom, and dad fight more. Chad and I would go to Hide Away Island just to get away from them. Now I go alone. As I approach the fort a sense of relief sweeps over me. I set down my gear, and begin to settle in for the night. â€Å"Want some help?† a voice said startling me. I looked up, and saw a boy about my age standing there. â€Å"Sorry if I scared you,† he apologized. â€Å"You didn’t, and no, I don’t want help,† I said getting back to my work. â€Å"Yeah, I Guess I didn’t scare you,† he said not going away. â€Å"After all, you need to be really brave to spend the night here, on Bamboozle Island,† he said as I rolled out my sleeping bag. â€Å"It’s Hide Away Island, not Bamboozle Island,† I corrected. â€Å"No, its real name is Bamboozle Island. It’s a pretty interesting story, if you want to hear it,† he said, and continued without waiting for my answer. â€Å"It got its name way before the Rev... Free Essays on Hide Away Island Free Essays on Hide Away Island Hide Away Island Slowly I rowed my canoe toward Hide Away Island, my island. The oars glided gently over the water making ripples. If you had been standing on the shore looking at the scene, I’m sure you would have found it very beautiful. The water reflected the setting sun, and overhead birds flew. I didn’t take the time to enjoy the beauty though, because I know with each stroke of the oars, I got closer to my destination. The minute my canoe scraped the sandy ground, I let out, and tied it securely to a branch. Grabbing my pack, I began my journey to my fort. I first built the fort when I was ten, all by myself, but the fort was really Chad’s idea. Chad was my big brother. He’s the one who really discovered Hide Away Island, but he shared it with me. It was our secret, mom, and dad never knew about it. They still don’t know. Of course, they never did bother much with us; they’re always too busy arguing with each other. Vacations here at Lake Patoka were supposed to bring us together, but it seems like they just make mom, and dad fight more. Chad and I would go to Hide Away Island just to get away from them. Now I go alone. As I approach the fort a sense of relief sweeps over me. I set down my gear, and begin to settle in for the night. â€Å"Want some help?† a voice said startling me. I looked up, and saw a boy about my age standing there. â€Å"Sorry if I scared you,† he apologized. â€Å"You didn’t, and no, I don’t want help,† I said getting back to my work. â€Å"Yeah, I Guess I didn’t scare you,† he said not going away. â€Å"After all, you need to be really brave to spend the night here, on Bamboozle Island,† he said as I rolled out my sleeping bag. â€Å"It’s Hide Away Island, not Bamboozle Island,† I corrected. â€Å"No, its real name is Bamboozle Island. It’s a pretty interesting story, if you want to hear it,† he said, and continued without waiting for my answer. â€Å"It got its name way before the Rev...