Never would I have thought that I would find myself drifting away from society, literally floating away in the Gulf of Mexico. Towards the end of my summer vacation, I finally made the courageous decision to take a daring banana boat ride. Most would say this is no big deal, but most haven’t binge watched a full week of the most terrifying week of all; Shark Week. Stomach churning, palms sweating, I climbed aboard the not so terrifying banana. There was a young dread-head driver that seemed to have not a care in the world, therefore my friends told the driver to show no mercy. Before I could even process the thought, my head jerked back and we were gone with the wind. My eyes and mouth filled with salt water at the blazing
