Oh, I was thirteen or fourteen. Old enough to know better, but I couldn't resist the romance of it. It was too perfect a poem to not act out. The lake isn't terribly big. Just big enough, and it narrows at one end. I was terrified only when I thought I was going to die, but once I was safely waiting for someone to rescue me, I could only think about the excitement of it. Another time, Josie Pye dared me to walk the top of Diana's house. I did it, and I did it well -- until I wasn't doing it so well and fell off. It was the first time I fainted, and I broke my ankle.