Days are like memories. They come and go. My day at the river started off as an action packed four-wheeler riding, jumping in the cold, chilling water, and the sound of people lauging all around me. The day ended as the sun slowly set on the horizon of the White River. The wind touched my skin as if a mom gently touched her own baby, calmed me as I watched the sun set slowly. The White River is a place to enjoy yourself and enjoy the relaxing environment. So many people have a lot of memories down on the sandy beach bar, just like I did with my friends on that peaceful day on the river.
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