It was not the lazy river at all. But the price being right came at was not at all something I would’ve wanted to pay. A little while down the river, my family began to realize that maybe I wasn’t so wrong after all. Along with multiple waterfalls scattered throughout the course of the ride, the walls would lift and water would come rushing out, simulating river rapids as you tried wildly not to flip over or fall off.
After a few minutes of this, my mother and I lost sight of my father and sister. They had gotten ahead of us somehow, passing multiple people in rafts on the way. We had just rounded a corner, my knuckles practically white from holding onto the grips so long and hard. I heard the sound of rushing water. It was too close. I turned back and saw the people behind us riding on the crest of the wave. They were too close. I felt our raft slowly tip over, back over front, like the kind of unfair chaos that only ever seems to occur while in a state of despair. I went under. It went …show more content…
The first sensation I felt was pain. I was in so much pain. My head was throbbing, my lungs burned, my chest ached, and my eyes stung from the chlorine. I coughed up some water, then some more. I was fighting from going under again. My mother pulled me up from the water and into the inner tube. I saw my little sister and father ahead of us. They looked to be having fun, unaware of the pandemonium that had just occurred. My mother had lost her earrings and her sunglasses in the midst of the tumult, but she hadn’t cared. I held on. I held on because I couldn’t afford to let