Each week Carry On Tuesday will publish either a famous quotation or the opening lines of a book or poem and invite you to Carry On where words stop. You may use the words either at the start of your piece or within the body of your work. The prompt will normally appear on a Sunday to enable you to have your piece completed and posted by Tuesday.
The water was very cold. We had been playing most of the evening, before sunset, in and out of the water, just having a grand old time. We had a bon fire and cooked some hotdogs on sqewers. We even broke out the marsmallows and had a few of them. The frogs were sounding off with their croaks and the crickets were creating their racket, it's just part of nature, but, it also makes for a fun experience when we think of oldtime memories. Sheila was running close to the edge of the lake unaware of the roots that protruded out of the ground causing a hazard to tripping. She fell into the lake and started splashing around trying to get out of the slippery mud around the edge of the lake. Her uncle noticed the trouble she was having getting out of the lake, he bend down in the darkness, he touched her arm and said grab hold of my arm Sheila and I'll help you out. Scared, excited, and cold, she grabbed hold of her uncle's arm and he pulled her to safety.