We were flying across the lake in our newly bought boat, shouting with exhilaration, laughing with joy. The five of us, my father, mother, and two younger brothers, were out for a day of relaxation and fun. My brother, Alec, was flying on the tube hooked behind our boat.
The speed was decreasing, when the boat came to a slow, my brother rolled off the tube and into the dark ominous lake water. He swam over to the back of our boat, scrambled up the latter, hoisted himself onto the boat, and took his seat. It was my turn.
I stood and maneuvered my way to the back of the boat. After making sure that my lifejacket was secure (because it is very dangerous to be out on the lake without one), I carefully stepped out of the boat, onto the deck, and into the water.
Darkness consumed me. My lifejacket pushed me back up to the surface, and I swam over to the abandoned tube. I reached up, grabbed the built-in grips, and pulled myself up and onto the tube. Then I got situated.
My dad started the boat; and as he did, my heart started to pound. I was ready. The boat accelerated at an alarming speed. The slack on the rope lessened and lessoned until there wasn’t any left. Whoop! My head whipped back as the tube jerked forward and raced after the boat.
I strengthened my grip and hastily readied myself as my dad turned the boat sharply to the left. The tube veered to the right, cut through the wake, and sped around the corner. I kept my head low and held on tightly until the 90-degree turn was finished.
Exhilarated, I raised one arm and gave a “thumbs-up” to my mom, symbolizing that I was good to keep going. After that my dad made the boat go even faster.
My hair thrashed around me, a whirlwind of chaos. Cold, wet wind slammed against my face, and numbed my hands. I struggled to maintain my grip. My dad jerked the steering wheel to the left. The tube instantaneously veered to the right. That’s when I saw the waves; they were monsters! I braced myself, knowing...