Tiny Story: Lucia Page Sander

Tiny Story: Lucia Page Sander

A time I faced one of my fears.

Trusted because I was a good swimmer, not a brave swimmer, I perched unchaperoned on my grandparents’ dock. Today would be the day I swam to the island and back alone– flipper-less and goggle-less. Peering into the murky lake water, a montage played back at me. 

Blue whales swallowed me whole; undead pirates latched onto my tender ankles, yanking me downward; the navy water suddenly became acid, leaving only a singed skull. 

Shoving my fantastical fears aside, I dove in and swam faster than I ever had in an effort to get to the island before my breath and brain could catch up. 

And when I surfaced and pried open my eyes, there were no monsters below my toes. Instead, there was a forested island before me. 

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Lucia Page Sander, Social Media Editor-in-Chief
This is Lucia's fourth semester on staff and her first as a Social Media Editor-in-Chief. When she's not playing soccer for the Michigan Jaguars or competing for Lily Weightlifting, you can find her in the garden, watching tennis with her family, or jumping on her mini trampoline. Lucia loves surfing, doing the Wordle, climbing trees, and munching on cherry tomatoes. She is beyond excited to see what this year brings both inside and outside room 300.

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