Personal Narrative: Water Skiing

The crisp ripples of the water left my skin as I began to grow out of the water. The sun beat down on my eyes as a squinted trying to see. This last couple week of August I was spending time in South Carolina at my grandparent's house. We went there every year to see them and spend time with them on their lake.

It was our first day out of trying to water ski with my sisters and my grandparents. We loaded everything up in the speedboat as we jumped off the dock and headed out onto the lake. I was the last to take my turn water skiing. I jumped in the freshwater swimming my way towards shore. My grandma came out in the water with me to help me get the water skis on for the first time. I slid my foot into the neoprene boot. It was a different feeling compared to normal shoes. The boots were tight fitted attached to the long ski.

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I maneuvered around in circles trying to get the skis in front of me. It took about 10 minutes for me to finally get the skis beneath me. I was not on the shore anymore with the sand to help guide me. I grabbed a hold of the red handle and pretended like I was sitting in a chair. I called to my grandpa that I was ready and he started the engine and took off. I got as far as my knees midway in the air and fell to the side immediately.

After many tries later I tried one last time before I was going to be done for the day. I was able to move into my feet beneath me a lot easier now. I grabbed a hold of the rope with the bar and I was set. I signaled to my grandpa to start up the boat. Around me, the water grew a faster stream as if trickled off my growing body from the water. My knees bent upwards towards the sky as I stared at the boat trying to concentrate on keeping my balance. My feet wobbled beneath me with the quickening water catching speed. I was not straight up in the air but with an ease in leaning