I Am I 'm Scared

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

In Niccolo Ammaniti's masterpiece, I'm Not Scared, we explore the plight of human endeavour against all odds. We learn of the climate and poverty that makes the inhabitants of Acqua Traverse victims of circumstance, and ultimately drives them to persecute other people in the continuous pursuit of money and exceptional livelihoods. Clearly, Michele is not the only victim in Ammaniti's text, but it is through his endless determination to restore justice that ultimately demonstrates his morality, and separates him from everyone else in the story.

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

I hand him the anchor and he tosses it into the lake causing a splash of water to explode up and splash the side of the boat. With the boat off the music on, it was peaceful sitting back with Mark and Karen enjoying each other’s company while the kids were up on shore. Engaged in conversations and laughter time seemed to have gotten away from us, looking around I can now see more and more boats as they show up. The darkness from the night sky had now consumed the lake, the soft glow of lights from the boats settling in around us was our only lighting.

We finally docked to our first destination, Catalina Island. Stepping on the island was so surreal, the air was so fresh, the island scenery covered in green, and the houses were unbelievably beautiful. A group of decided we wanted to go parasailing so we all chipped in and got tickets to go. Four of us, girls, and other passengers got on this speed boat and sped off far enough to catch good air for the parachute. A couple of people were ahead of us so we got to see what we were going to expect and hear the people's opinion on how it went when it was finally our turn to go up. Gisselle, my roommate, paired up to go together and we were very anxious. We both got geared up and the boat started going to get some wind. We got shot off the boat,

We all woke up that morning early so we could get all packed and ready to go. We had to take two separate cars because of how many people we had to take. The car ride was eccentric and ready to jump out of the car and into the lake at any moment. Finally both of the cars made it to the destination, my parents and my friends parents both rented all of the things we could use for today. Throughout the whole day we used the water bikes, kayaks and paddleboards for how

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

There were lots of boats at the docks, well more than normal. I thought I remembered them saying I need to get on one .l did not know which one of them to get on so I got on the one with the least people because how many people could be on a quest to save there father that is a god.

Suddenly, in the middle of all that sulking and whining and complaining, I found myself in a wetsuit and oversized life jacket, glaring at the side of a roaring river, scowling at the wispy trees that seemed to be waving goodbye while they whispered about my tragic, inevitable death. I barely caught the tail-end of his speech as the guide droned on about, “--and that is how you lift someone out of the water using

We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn.

The day had finally come, Courtney’s Papa Danny had told us, “Y’all’s float should only take an hour to an hour and a half.” He also told us, “The river should only be a few feet deep,” but boy was he wrong. Courtney and I had believed him, and loaded our kayaks in the back of his white 1996 Ford F150. We then made our way to Hurdlow Bridge, which

The canoe came to a halt at his father’s favourite diving spot. Kino casted two large rocks attached to ropes into the water. One of the stones was thrown over the bow and the other at the stern. Kino hesitated, and then boldly, he crashed through the waves. The scariest moment was always just before the start.

One afternoon, six other staff members and I between the ages of 14 and 16 decided that we wanted to explore the creek on the edge of camp. Sometimes we took the campers down there to search for fossils, but we weren’t allowed to travel past a certain point. Today, we wanted to venture beyond and examine how far the creek went. First, we needed to hike through some fields and then wade through a bit of stinging nettle, but eventually, we reached the water. We were all expecting to become fully drenched, so we brought bathing suits and water shoes. It started off shallow, but gradually grew deeper and deeper, with some areas of the creek as high as waist deep. After

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing on my bedside table, flashing 5:00am. After what seemed to be an endless night, the morning had finally arrived. I scrambled out of bed, put on my fishing gear and couldn’t wait to get back on the water. Still feeling sleepy, I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fridge to munch on while walking outside to the boat. Last night’s preparations came in handy as the boat was already hooked up to the Land Cruiser and ready to head down to the Exmouth boat ramp.

It was the second day of my boating quest. Me and Banana went again. It was the same as last time. We went faster and faster, wind in my face and water on my feet. Everything was perfect. It felt like a dream. As soon as the boat stopped though, I regretted every second of it.