Personal Narrative : Tubing

In the beautiful blue water I grab the rope and swim to the end of it. Then, the boat starts to move so I pull myself up. Now, I was standing on the Wakeboard gliding across the water. Then suddenly there were waves right in front of us, and we were headed straight for them and I said to myself, “ oh crap”. I still was standing when the waves crashed into my board, but the last wave turned my board sideways and my face hit the water very hard and my face felt like it was split apart, and my family said it looked like

My head went back, and my feet popped up. I felt the frigid water seep into my hair, and soak my scalp. I heard my mom’s soft voice trying to keep me calm, and reminding me to keep my bellybutton up to the air as if some puppet master was holding it up by a string. Every time my mom tried to let me float by myself, my feet would begin to sink. It was as if I was a weight on a fishing line pulling it down into the dark abyss. I couldn’t seem to stay relaxed, I was as stiff as a two by four. That fire was still burning my inner forest deep within me. I remember startling myself out of the float, because I did not feel my mom’s hands supporting me anymore. I scrambled for footing on the bottom of the pool floor feeling the rough pool floor slip past my toes a couple times before I got the traction to stand up. I was kind of confused for a moment as I tried to get the water out of my eyes and nose. My family was now all out in the pool area, and I realized the moment I have been dreading for the past few years of my short life was here and I knew it. My family was going to have me jump off the diving board, in hopes that it would dissipate my excruciating fear of water. My heart was beginning to pound through my

It was sometime around 6:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in the middle of January 2016. There was a swim meet going on and it was just about to start. The teams were warming up and getting ready for the meet that was due to start in the coming hour. I was warmed up and concentrating on the race listening to music in my newly acquired platinum studio beats. The music was loud and the nerves were setting as I walked into the locker room with my friend and teammate. As we passed I said good luck to our teammate who I was racing against in the 200 free style. Then out of know were he pulled my friend to the side and whispered something in his ear. I didn’t hear what was said as I had continued to walk. My friend came over to me and I asked what he had said and he told me. He told me

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Although our arms were fatigued, we didn’t want to stop because we were having a blast. My dad didn’t mind either because he was enjoying driving his new boat. Then, without warning, my dad took an abrupt turn; going rather fast. Kiersten and I were not expecting it at all and we both fell off, tumbling into the water. It was exhilarating, and although it hurt, so much adrenaline was coursing through my body I didn’t feel it until much later. The tube went shooting forward, and my dad turned around to come get us. He drifted towards us and we climbed up into the boat; deciding it was time to get some lunch. My dad went to accelerate the boat and that’s when it became very evident that there was a problem. The boat wouldn’t move. It was still on and running, but it wouldn't move forward or backwards. Initially, everyone panicked since we were in the middle of a not very crowded lake, with a baby, and a limited amount of water. After checking the for the obvious sources of the problem, like if we had run out of gas in the boat, my dad begrudgingly climbed into the water. He found that the rope had gotten entangled in the propeller when we fell off the

We slowly drove out to the faster speed limit part of the lake, once there I was given a small briefing about hand signals. Gracye’s Dad told me, “Thumb down means slower, thumb up means faster, and hand horizontal means perfect.” After the briefing we got our life jackets on and literally jumped from the boat to the tubes which were now almost out of reach, quickly trailing behind the boat. The rope attached to the tube was quicklypulled out very far and was tightly being pulled from behind the boat, me on the biggest tube in the middle and Gracye on the smaller one on the right of me. We got to a moderately fast pace for me and it ended up not being as frightening as I thought it would be. Her Dad had started picking up the speed by this time and I was beginning to get scared. I signaled to have him slow down and he ended up slowing down after five minutes, or so I thought, but he was just winding the boat up for a whip which while happening, I was holding on for dear life and I felt my life flash before my

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

That afternoon, on the Shoshone River in the mountains of Wyoming, might have been my last. In hindsight, I knew the raft was going to overturn. Having looked downstream, I saw the imminent threat of the canyon wall. The raft guide yells “ALL IN,” but the opposite occurs. The five of us are tossed to the mercy of the waves. I do not recall hitting the wall; the only memory I possess is looking back and seeing nothing but crashing waves on every side of me. Our entire crew was out of view.

The water is up to my chest when it finally pulls me away from my roof. It drags me deep under the surface and I get hit by a gnarled steel beam that’s three times my size. I continue to sink as I lose consciousness and everything fades to

When I started barrel racing. I was very slow. The horse did not like me. But I won a belt buckle for being the toughest rider there was . It was fun being a pewe because you could go super slow. I remember I was so nervous. My dad had to take me around the barrel’s. The horse I rode name is Sunny he is my sister's horse.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

i started this progect the day you asind it to us. i first started by getting with my friends to see what days they were able to do it with me. i was excited to do this. next we decited what we were going to do. the first thing i did was get ear plugs. then i found out how to put sub titles on my tv. the last thing i did i did was to find movies for us to watch. the hardest thing for me was not to anser to nose whe i woul hear my name being called i would turn aroun to see who was calling my name. it was also hard not to talk on my phone witch i did have to do because my bro that is in the army called me to talk and i was not missing his call. the easiest thing was cumication most of my family know a lest how to finger spell so if they need to ask me something they would just finger spell it.

compared to my simple abilities that I was sure today would not be the best

The first thing we notice as we get out of the car is the heat crashing down on us like a burning blanket. The amusing, exciting overcrowded amusement park as approaching to the gate we could hear the excited shouts of people. The long queue people were shouting for the tickets kids are very energetic to go and have fun with the rides, small kids was also very happy and some were crying.

My driver is crazy and my hands are white-knuckle clenched to the grips of the tube. The rush of being dragged behind a powerful jet-ski at thirty miles per hour and being whipped across the water is my personal favorite activity. The cold air rushing over your body and the lukewarm water crashing into your face makes the thrill of attempting to stay on the tiny floating piece of cloth nearly impossible. The dull figure eight formation results in massive waves and multiple aching falls. My brother Jack and I are tenderly on the back of a small four-by-four foot tube and eagerly waiting for our ride to begin. The engine flares up and my dad hits the gas. Immediately a sharp left, then a rolling right and waves come head on, the first one was taken easily, the next flings my left hand off the tube and I slowly roll into the water. The thought of the pain of falling powers me to grab back on and keep riding. Jack yells go from encouragement to freight in his high-pitched screech that a twelve year old naturally has and I know that the end is near. In the horizon I see the product that the figure eight has created, the