Personal Narrative: Thompson Island Outward Bound Girl

“Here we are,” I thought to myself as my parents and I pulled up to a big oak tree in our old, puke colored Subaru. The massive tree overlooked the Boston Harbor and the enormous cruise boats on it. Under the oak stood an assortment of kids and instructors from all over the world. No a one of them knowing what they were about to get their self into. My mom, dad, and I wandered around, until one of the instructors approached us. “Hello and welcome to Thompson Island Outward Bound!” In a surprisingly joyful voice, even though all the kids around her look terrified as they hugged and talked to their parents about the upcoming journey. “Hi, we are here with our daughter, Samantha, for the Thompson Island Outward Bound Girls Kayaking course.” My mom announced emphatically, as I shriveled up with nervousness and embarrassment. In the kindest way possible the instructor (we later found out that her name is Emily) replied, “Right this way, then,” Indicating my level of …show more content…
Everybody was beginning to settle into the a tool shack about the size of a small rug that we were given to sleep in on Thompson Island. The day before (the third day) we had learn to kayak in our double person kayaks and how to capsize (how to recover). Also how to turn, stern rudder, and to paddle against the current. We all knew that today was the day that we were to leave Thompson Island. We were going kayak to go to Lovell's Island, which on the other side of the Boston Harbor. The kayak trip was going to be a total of 8 miles, up to 10 miles of we run into problems or weather. With one stop halfway through at Long Island for lunch. The trip scared each of us in it’s own way. “What if we capsize or get hit by wake or we get hit by a boat?” “What if we get so tired that we have to stop?” “What if there is a storm and it rains?” “What if we never make it to Lovells?” “What if I forget how to kayak?” In the end, almost all of these things