This is a story, a story like no other. It is a story about a canoe. The canoe was released at the small sleepy village of Newfolden. As it began its great voyage, a catfish swam by rocking the canoe as if Poesiden himself had done it. But, this canoe was not an ordinary canoe. It was a canoe of enbodiment of a child's imagination. This canoe trecked on while some others sunk.It was like a battle field that day when the wind howled and the waves crashed causing the canoe to obtain damage from the rocks carried in the waves. When that treacherous day was over, five more canoes fell, but my canoe did not. Everything was fine until one day the canoe reached a raging dam. it attempted to battle its way out of the dam's clutches, but it could not. As all hope seemed lost, a humble man saved our friend and put him back into the water at a safe destination of course. A couple years passed. The canoe had been on many adventured but this one would be its last. For this time it did not have the fresh new paint, its magic had run out. It's finasl thoughts were, I finally made it back!