I caught the tail end of this NFB short this morning on the Drive-In channel. It was no more then an idyll of lake side life half a century ago. A son learns about the water, meets a girl, swims with her and measures his maturity against hers. She is one year older but this is not a concern. Teens gather around a night fire, eating charred marshmallows and dancing. Though I never spent my summers at the lake as a child, this brief glimpse was almost as good. The merits of canoes versus powerboats is broached at one point. There is a sense of the slowness of summer days, the languidness, the gentle aimlessness that we may have once cherished in a distant past.