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Paddle boarding in Hawaii
Erin and I woke up and looked out the window. The Pacific Ocean with the Hawaiian palm trees looked more beautiful than ever. We walked down to go paddle boarding. I thought it was going to be easy since I have been surfing since I was little and paddle boarding was similar.
A tan man measured different boards next to us to get the right size. We finally got our right boards. Mine was tall, wide and yellow with a red stripe down the middle. Erin’s was longer and wider with a blue flowers in the middle of it. We were ready to hit the waves.I was so excited; I couldn’t wait. “Make sure you stay to the left. The right side waves are choppy and not for beginners.” The man instructed me and Erin. “Ya okay.” I half-heartedly replied. We paddled out to the water sitting on our boards. Eventually we could
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I couldn’t think of anything else to do, the current pulled me farther and farther into the ocean. I didn’t think I would ever get back to shore. Regretting every going paddle boarding, tears stung my eyes as I continued to lose my rhythm of breathing. I could barely hang onto my board. “Hey!” A man’s voice came from next me. He grabbed onto my board. “You need help?” he asked. I nodded eagerly, laid on my stomach on my board, held my paddle, and grabbed his ankle leash as he paddled me to shore. He explained that he was very experienced with paddle boarding and that we shouldn’t have been on that side of the water. The water splashed the sides of our boards and waves lapped beneath me.
Once I got to the shore, I layed in the warm sand next to my board and coughed up water. Taking deep breaths, I processed what just happened. I knew it wasn’t a near death experience but it was definitely one of the scariest things that had ever happened to me. Before long, the man delivered Erin to the beach. We looked at each each other and laughed. We were both so scared! We will always remember that day like it was
Divine intervention, a miracle, or just mere luck, it was; I was just grateful to be alive. Death had seemed so near, but life pulled out the victory. I felt the grainy California sand against my skin. No movement seemed necessary; it was perfect enough just to breathe in the humid air that moments earlier I had so dearly craved, and nearly lost. Still, in shock, I spread out on the sand like a beached whale. My mother laid next to me in tears, muttering, “I thought I lost you.” She was not the only one who thought I would die; I was the
“Well for starters you can put down that pen.” I did as I was told. The deepness of his voice made me wet between my thighs. He got up and positioned himself behind me. He leaned in close to my neck and said,
The next morning we had to pack up our stuff because it was time for us to go. When we put our stuff in the car and got in. My four-year-old little brother started to cry because he loved the slides on Leopard Cove. We had to make him be quiet so my mom gave him a bag chips which worked. My mom also got souvenirs including an elephant bobble head and a Kalahari bell. I had to get ready for another gruesome trip back home. So instead of staying awake and watch all the sites that we were passing I just slept the rest of the ride. At least now I had even more memories to talk about and I learned something new which was that not all things are as scary as they seem to
This pool is my soul, and the slight, gentle waves are the beating of my heart. I stand on the deck looking down at the clear, calm water, and raise my hands above my head. I dive into the water, smooth and straight like an arrow. I enter the water without a splash, and glide underwater, feeling the cool water on my skin, and the scent of chlorine in the air. I feel powerful, immortal, and completely at peace.
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
No one else except for my friend sitting next to me seemed to notice that the raft in front of us was stopped. As we got closer we heard them shouting something, but no one could understand them over the sound of the water clashing against the rocks. We kept approaching, getting closer and closer, and out of nowhere we saw something bobbing up and down in the water – all I could tell was that it was bright orange. It only took a few seconds to realize that it was someone holding onto their life jacket was latched on a rock, and right behind him was a small waterfall that was trying to suck him in. We got closer and I realized that I would be closest to him as we passed, but I would not be able to reach him with my arms. I reached out as far as I could with my paddle, yelling at him to grab it. I was not even the one in the water, and yet it was still one of the scariest moments of my life when he let go of the life jack in order to reach for my paddle. He grabbed it as tightly as he could and my friend next to me helped me pull him in. Everyone else was trying to slow down the raft so that he could get pulled in before we went down the waterfall, and thankfully, due to everyone’s straining effort, we were able to accomplish just that. The look of relief on his face said it all,
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.
It is now day 2 3:00 am and I am going to be out of the ocean at 12:00 pm. I have changed from an infant into a primary. I am having so much fun sailing across the ocean. It is now 12: am and I am 12hrs away from being on land.
“Sure,” she responded and alley-ooped him over the side. I handed my armload in and sat down in my seat. We were off to find us some fish.
A smile crept across my face as I turned around and watched the land get smaller and further away. The vast ocean lay before us with promises of a whole week with gorgeous views, interesting people, terrific food and freedom. This...is heaven.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
The smoke was choking me. I could see a faint outline of a face across the deck. It was Tom, my lifelong friend and companion. He was completely surrounded by the bright flames."Tom are you OK!!""Yeah, but the fire has me surrounded!""Tom jump overboard, hurry!""But....but....""Do it quick, hurry!"I hit the surprisingly cold water with a crash.
Thinking of surfing brought me to think about my brother who is a surfer. I reminisced about the times he and I had sat quietly in the ocean waiting to see that perfect bump in the horizon. He taught me a great lesson in surfing; you don’t always have to pick the first option because there are more opportunities to
finally got to the destination, my excitement reached its peak. I heard the voices of waves and I