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 Every summer we would go to Lake George
to visit Grandma and Grandpa. We would swim all day.
Sometimes we would take the paddle boat or canoe back
into the lily pads to pick blossoms and catch frogs. We
would bring our bikes and ride allover. I usually got to
celebrate my birthday at the lake and Grandma would bake
me a cake. Ah! Those were the days.
Speaking of baking,
Grandma makes the best sugar cookies-soft and big. At
Christmas after we grew up, she gives us our own box of
cookies. One summer Grandpa and I made a kayak using a
frame and an old awning. The fabric ripped out fairly
quickly but we had fun doing it. Grandma wanted a
picture of a fish painted on the pontoon so I painted it
for her.
 In the winter we would go snowmobiling.
I liked the yellow Ski Doo best. We would help Grandpa
put new starter pull ropes on them. Grandpa would tinker
with those old machines to keep them going. One year
when we came back, the Ski Doo had quit and Grandpa had
it in a million pieces trying to fix it. No more Ski
Doo.
One year Lake George was frozen with
smooth clear ice all over. We skated allover the lake
and played ice hockey. It only happened that year.
Usually it was snow covered and rough.
 After we were teenagers, Grandma and
Grandpa spent the several winters in a RV park near
Orlando, Florida. We would go down during Christmas
break to visit them. What fun we had going to Disney
World, Sea World, and the beaches especially Cocoa
Beach with them.
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Grandpa would take us on pontoon boats
around the lake. Sometimes we would go fishing. One time
I caught a small mouth bass that was huge. Another time
Grandma caught a huge northern pike that jumped off the
hook onto the pontoon. The fish was flopping allover the
pontoon. Grandpa grabbed a paddle and was trying to hit
the fish to keep it from going back into the lake. He
finally hit it and they had it for dinner. 
When I was five or six, I went
snowmobiling and did not want to stop even when I was
cold and my feet were very cold. Mom and Grandma were
afraid that I had frostbite and put my feet in warm
water to warm them up. 
When I was older, the Van Ordens
came up with their snowmobiles and a group of us
followed the trails back into the woods by the
pipelines. Our snowmobile stopped and wouldn't start.
Grandpa drove the Torino back there to help start the
snowmobile and got stuck in the snow. It was already
late and getting dark so we had to leave it there until
the next day. We all had to shovel and push to get it
out of the snow. 
