"It's called efficiency, Leo," Maya shot back with a grin, pulling her bright blue tube toward the muddy bank. "While you’re still inflating your ego, I’ll be halfway to the bridge."
They arrived at the launch point with three oversized, neon-colored inner tubes tied precariously to the roof of Leo’s old station wagon. Maya, always the tallest of the group with legs that seemed to go on forever, struggled to navigate her way out of the cramped backseat while carrying a mesh bag full of sunscreen and snacks. leggy teen tubes
For the next three hours, the world slowed down. They drifted past weeping willows that dipped their branches into the water like thirsty fingers. They saw a blue heron standing frozen in the shallows and dodged a particularly determined family of ducks. "It's called efficiency, Leo," Maya shot back with