The first time I went boating with my best friend seems like a happy story, a fun time that I will always remember. It definitely was, in the end, but the beginning was a bit rough.
The very beginning of this story starts way back in 2007 at Table Rock Lake, with my family, on vacation. We were looking for something to do, and ended up deciding boating was the best choice. So a couple of hours pass by, we’re having a blast, but it’s getting pretty late so we decide to head in.
Now here comes the rough part. I was 7 at the time so most of these events were probably a lot less dramatic then I remember, but here’s what I do remember. We were heading back and the boat started making this awful noise, it reminded me of the shark song in Jaws, and just like when they played that song it was signal for, a shark is coming, this noise, to me, was a signal that something bad was coming.
My intuitions were right, it wasn’t good, the boat was making that noise because it was out of gas. …show more content…
This near-death experience, did affect me, though, I had a crippling fear of boats, and never ever wanted to get on one again. That fear, and how it came to be, is the background information you need to know as to why my first boat ride with my best friend started off rough.
It was 7 years later and I still had a crippling fear of boats, to be fair I never really had a chance to get over my fear before then, but that didn’t change the fact that I was. My best friend’s family had gotten their dad a boat for his birthday, not just any boat, a big bright yellow boat, and they were so excited about it. By this time my best friend and I had been super close for about 3 years and I had formed a great relationship with her family, as she had with mine, her family was my family and mine was hers. When they got the boat, she couldn’t wait for me to go on it with her, but every time she brought it up I turned her
The very beginning of this story starts way back in 2007 at Table Rock Lake, with my family, on vacation. We were looking for something to do, and ended up deciding boating was the best choice. So a couple of hours pass by, we’re having a blast, but it’s getting pretty late so we decide to head in.
Now here comes the rough part. I was 7 at the time so most of these events were probably a lot less dramatic then I remember, but here’s what I do remember. We were heading back and the boat started making this awful noise, it reminded me of the shark song in Jaws, and just like when they played that song it was signal for, a shark is coming, this noise, to me, was a signal that something bad was coming.
My intuitions were right, it wasn’t good, the boat was making that noise because it was out of gas. …show more content…
This near-death experience, did affect me, though, I had a crippling fear of boats, and never ever wanted to get on one again. That fear, and how it came to be, is the background information you need to know as to why my first boat ride with my best friend started off rough.
It was 7 years later and I still had a crippling fear of boats, to be fair I never really had a chance to get over my fear before then, but that didn’t change the fact that I was. My best friend’s family had gotten their dad a boat for his birthday, not just any boat, a big bright yellow boat, and they were so excited about it. By this time my best friend and I had been super close for about 3 years and I had formed a great relationship with her family, as she had with mine, her family was my family and mine was hers. When they got the boat, she couldn’t wait for me to go on it with her, but every time she brought it up I turned her