Personal Narrative-Traumatic Laceration

Traumatic Laceration The sun was high in the sky on a mid summer day and my mom had just cooked me a juicy hamburger with a side of seasoned home fries. An hour later, I decided to go paddleboarding on Annabessacook Lake to burn off all the greasy fries. My plan was to be out on the water for about an hour and be back at my camp before sunset so my mom wouldn’t worry about a boat hitting me in the dark. I put on my life jacket, because it's better to be safe than sorry, then I slid my paddleboard into the chilly water and I hopped on. The lake was a cool blue color and it was clear as glass and I could see the fish swimming about ten feet under the surface. There was a slight breeze on my back when I was on my way across the lake. I had made it to the miniature island that was about half way around the edge of the lake, when I decided to turn around and make my way back to my camp. I now had a chilly breeze blowing in my face which was strong enough to keep the pesky bugs away from me. I hadn’t made much progress on my way back when out of the blue the faint breeze turned into a strong gust that brought large waves with it. The strong wind and waves spun my paddleboard around and I flew off. I was paddling in shallower water than I thought and it was quite rocky. When I fell off of …show more content…
I decided to take the risk because there was no way I could go all night without any help. I placed the paddle board in the water and sat on it so I wouldn’t have to stand on my foot. I found I was able to glide faster across the water sitting down than I was standing because there was less wind resistance. As I got closer to other side of the lake I could see light from camps in the distance. The light gave me hope and I started paddling faster towards it. I didn’t know where my camp was, so I went to the camp that was lit up the