“Time to wake up, son. We’re here,” my father said as he wrestled the rusty shifter into the faded red P.
With my eyes still closed, I stretched my arms, half expecting to accidentally hit him in the face, but he was already gone.
“Hey!” I called, rushing to catch up with him. I jumped down to the soft earth of the lakeshore, cushioning my landing just enough to keep me upright. My legs were tin...