“Look! there is a paddle in the lake!” Robert yelled suddenly.

It’s not an ordinary paddle. I had a strange feeling while looking at it.

Who dropped the paddle in the lake, and when? I have never seen anybody swimming in the lake.

" No, no paddle in the lake. You don’t cry out like that.” Robert’s mum shaked her head.

“But there is a paddle. we just pass it.” Robert insisted, turning to daddy.

“Yes, I see it.” I confirmed his words.

“And there are some mussels on the paddle.” Robert said.

Yes, these mussels made me feel strange. I was lost in my memories then.

“Hey! Our boat is stuck in the dam!” My wife’s cry woke me up.

Some fireworks were ascending from the lakeside. They reminded me that today was centennial of Libai’s birth. There was a big celebration in the city.