Turning Point: Bridgette Kelly

We were driving through the winding roads of Austria, when a crystal clear lake sitting under the Alps appeared on the right. The water was incredibly still — it looked as if the snowy mountains had been painted on it. My parents and I got out of the car to take in the wonderful view. We skipped rocks on the lake — folding ripples in the mountains and threw larger rocks which made “plunks” that seemed to echo for miles. It was a peaceful moment: just my mom, my dad and I, breathing in the cool air under the blue sky.