I ran down a long cobblestone road,
passing tourists from all over the world.
Some people were talking different, how was I to know there was more than one language.
that must have made a huge impression on me because after that I would play
with my Moms old cateye glasses and speak in all kinds of jargon.
I remember my parents thought it funny for only so long.
As I reached the waters edge, I bent over put my hand in the water,
I could see my face so clearly with reflections of the surroundings bouncing around my hand.
The water was cold, I remember drinking from a fountain,
it tasted heavenly, so cool and fresh.
There were people in boats way down by the center of the mountains.
Wow, that would be fun.
No we could not go, but how about ice cream.
Okay, It was a hard decision to make.
I sat on a boulder while my parents and sisters went to get the ice cream.
I must have been in their view, but I was told to sit there and not move.
I saw families ooo and ahhh,
mesmerized by all its wonders.
I heard my voice echo back at me,
I was so excited, slapping my hands on my knees that I fell off the boulder.
I remember my Dad telling me to be quiet, but he was smiling,
I think he was happy too.
We were all sitting on a blanket on the ground licking our ice cream,
and I remember this very strange noise.
The most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
As the sound got closer it became more beautiful
it is a sight that I remember still.
I remember putting my hand on my mouth in surprise as
Men in skirts, with great big hats, and bagpipes playing loud came up over the hill.
To me these men looked like heroes or soldiers.
I knew they were important just by how they marched.
As I licked my ice cream cone, I covered one ear,
it was very loud, yes very very loud,
They just marched around and slowly marched away,
I wanted to listen more, quieter and quieter they got until the sound faded away.
Another thing I remember is that this was where artists came to paint,
you bet, I was going to come to school there.
I never fulfilled that dream, but I have been to Lake Louise maybe five times.
Each time was more beautiful than I had remembered, but that first time was the most memorable,
when all things were new.
Lake Louise, Canada was my first love.
Have Your Very Best Day