Lake Erie is one of the smallest of the great 5 lakes, however "small" is a really deceiving word. By small I mean, waters the Niagara falls small. I'll just leave that here for perspective.
Facts aside, when I realised that I lived a 5 minute drive from the beach, you can understand why I jumped! I could see myself going every single day, and every single day I did go . The clean waters were inviting, tucked in the forests these waters held my fancy. I'd aimlessly walk the shores while husband dear would accompany me on my many walks. He stayed close to shore and I stupidly jumped around in the water.
Every single day, for about about 8 months, walking by the lake, became life. I picked up a few quirky hobbies from there as well. An interesting hobby amongst many who lived there was collecting something called "Beach glass". Basically humans being humans have a tendency to dump everything in the ocean or lake, the lake is a tough mistress, she throws everything back to shore, eventually. In this process, a lot of glass bottles and other objects transform into tiny crystals called beach glass. Many people collected these pretty crystals and made jewellery with them, I just collected them for the fun of it. Being a hoarder, when we moved to India, I brought the beach glass with me, I even brought back rocks as well (Yep. stones of different kinds) that are currently displayed at home.