For a moment I thought I was dying and then I was sure of it. The air felt like it was being sucked out of my lungs with a vacuum the size of texas. Time was slowed and then seemed to speed up only to get slow once more and I couldn't catch up even though it felt like I was running right beside it. Then I opened my eyes and realized I had gotten stuck in a seatbelt. Somehow I managed to wrap it around my body so many times, each time I moved it tightened to the point I couldn’t anymore. It certainly wasn't my finest moment, and it only got worse when my brother didn’t believe that in the hour we were the middle of traffic, not only I managed to fall asleep with the sun coming through the windows like death rays, but also managed to tangle
…show more content…
At least for me. So to fast forward past getting lost on the boat, losing three hundred dollars of walkie talkies- that were my idea in the first place- and mindlessly getting sick on crab legs and vanilla chocolate swirl ice cream we can get to the interesting part. At this point I am happy to be off the boat and away from the addiction that was the arcade, and very exciting for our new adventure, scuba diving. Now, I am not the best swimmer, nor am I the best listener but I like to believe that my enthusiasm makes up for it. So i get my swimsuit on, and my life vest and i tighten it to my liking, and the entire time my brother is nagging me, telling me it’s not tight enough. So we get ready to jump off and then I overhear the instructor telling a couple that sharks like to swim in the spot where we had just jumped. I think that's where I lost it, suddenly my head was in the water, and a fish was pooping and it all just became too much and i stayed underwater looking for said sharks. The air is circulating perfectly fine and then I get a little to deep, water rushes in and suddenly I’m drowning. Once again I can’t breathe, I see the white light and I feel the hands of time ready to whisk me off to live in my wildest dreams of owning a lion and having someone else clean my room, and yet again my eyes open and nothing is grabbing me but reality and my
At least for me. So to fast forward past getting lost on the boat, losing three hundred dollars of walkie talkies- that were my idea in the first place- and mindlessly getting sick on crab legs and vanilla chocolate swirl ice cream we can get to the interesting part. At this point I am happy to be off the boat and away from the addiction that was the arcade, and very exciting for our new adventure, scuba diving. Now, I am not the best swimmer, nor am I the best listener but I like to believe that my enthusiasm makes up for it. So i get my swimsuit on, and my life vest and i tighten it to my liking, and the entire time my brother is nagging me, telling me it’s not tight enough. So we get ready to jump off and then I overhear the instructor telling a couple that sharks like to swim in the spot where we had just jumped. I think that's where I lost it, suddenly my head was in the water, and a fish was pooping and it all just became too much and i stayed underwater looking for said sharks. The air is circulating perfectly fine and then I get a little to deep, water rushes in and suddenly I’m drowning. Once again I can’t breathe, I see the white light and I feel the hands of time ready to whisk me off to live in my wildest dreams of owning a lion and having someone else clean my room, and yet again my eyes open and nothing is grabbing me but reality and my