I remember it being different...

 We try to get out to Claytor Lake at least once a year. The Farmers usually reserve a pavilion where games are played, snuggles are had, and food - lots of food- is consumed. This year my dad rented a boat so we enjoyed tubing and tolerated knee boarding. I say tolerated because while I used to love it, I remember it being way more fun than it was. I got up which made me proud, but I found myself hoping I didn't go over any waves. It was hard and not a blast like before. Oh the beginnings of feeling old. Sigh. Oh well, it was a great day and stayed overcast which was perfect!