Here’s the thing about being a boat: your quality of life depends entirely upon the humans who take care of you. As for me, I suppose I’m lucky. They haven’t traded me out for another, even though I’m old and my motor doesn’t work much. They always bail me out when the rain collects. By far, the worst part about being a boat is when it rains, and the water just pools into you. Weighs you down, and gives you the feeling that if it rained hard or long enough, it could pull you down forever into the depths of the lake. You have absolutely no sense of how deep the water goes, when all you do is float on top of it, so for all I know, just tied to that red wooden dock, I could sink a hundred miles to my doom.