Speedboat
The fresh air was plentiful, as I looked out over the clear, blue lake, which lay motionless and calm. The cloudless sky only made the draining sun more intense, as the afternoon hours approached.
This was the scene as we had arrived at my grandparent’s lake house, and my sister, my parents, and I stumbled out of the car. While inhaling the fresh air, I stretched out from the boring car ride to my grandparent's house, but little did I know, the rest of the day would be far from boring.
At this time, while the hot sun above beat down, I wished I was still in the nice, cold, air-conditioned car. My spirit was evaporated like anything exposed to today’s sun, because where my grandparent’s old pontoon boat use to be was now occupied …show more content…
It was going to be one of those days. “What do we want to do today?” asked my grandpa. “I could run up to the 7/11 and pick up a few slurpees.”
Slurpees sounded great, but I knew what was coming up next, the boat! I tried to change the subject, but it was too late. “Let’s go on the boat!” my sister suggested.
I don’t know why I don’t like going on the boat. Maybe it is because I feel too many things can go wrong that I can’t control. For example, the boat could tip, or we might crash into another boat on the lake. “You can drive the boat,” my grandpa informed me.
“No thank you,” I replied, but after an hour of playing in the yard, we all loaded onto the boat, including me. My grandpa drove the boat lightning fast across the lake, and I clung to my seat as I waited for the ride to be over. He did doughnuts, sharp turns, and straightaways, and I waited for it to stop. The light hair of my grandpa flowed gently with the wind as he leaned into where he was turning. It looked sort of fun, but then I felt my stomach get thrown in every direction and it’s contents were close to coming up. It became undesirable
The fresh air was plentiful, as I looked out over the clear, blue lake, which lay motionless and calm. The cloudless sky only made the draining sun more intense, as the afternoon hours approached.
This was the scene as we had arrived at my grandparent’s lake house, and my sister, my parents, and I stumbled out of the car. While inhaling the fresh air, I stretched out from the boring car ride to my grandparent's house, but little did I know, the rest of the day would be far from boring.
At this time, while the hot sun above beat down, I wished I was still in the nice, cold, air-conditioned car. My spirit was evaporated like anything exposed to today’s sun, because where my grandparent’s old pontoon boat use to be was now occupied …show more content…
It was going to be one of those days. “What do we want to do today?” asked my grandpa. “I could run up to the 7/11 and pick up a few slurpees.”
Slurpees sounded great, but I knew what was coming up next, the boat! I tried to change the subject, but it was too late. “Let’s go on the boat!” my sister suggested.
I don’t know why I don’t like going on the boat. Maybe it is because I feel too many things can go wrong that I can’t control. For example, the boat could tip, or we might crash into another boat on the lake. “You can drive the boat,” my grandpa informed me.
“No thank you,” I replied, but after an hour of playing in the yard, we all loaded onto the boat, including me. My grandpa drove the boat lightning fast across the lake, and I clung to my seat as I waited for the ride to be over. He did doughnuts, sharp turns, and straightaways, and I waited for it to stop. The light hair of my grandpa flowed gently with the wind as he leaned into where he was turning. It looked sort of fun, but then I felt my stomach get thrown in every direction and it’s contents were close to coming up. It became undesirable