Every year my family goes on a camping trip. About three years ago, the trip was planned to take place on the Delaware River. There were a handful of activities to do, including tubing down the river. Being the adventured filled family that we are, we decided to take advantage of the amazing opportunity. So, we get the tubes, get the basic safety lecture of don’t be stupid, and we were on our way. Now, I must say there was a very important instruction that the instructor gave to us: At a certain point in the river there is an island that divides the river. You must go right. That was it. Just go to the right. Anyway, I’m on the river, having a great time, relaxing, taking in the scenery. After about ten minutes of sticking with my family, I …show more content…
Then I noticed that island, and for the life of me, I could not remember the way to go. Was it right? Was it left? I don’t know. For some reason I convinced myself to go left. What a great decision that was. I really didn’t know I was lost until about fifteen minutes in when I looked back and all I saw was a vast sea of blue. I was alone, and I was scared. I panicked. There was no way to turning around. The river flowed one way, and I was along for the ride. A lot of thoughts went through my head. Is there going to be a water fall, some kind of drop? Surely, this plastic tube, the kind you get on the Lazy River at Splish Splash, could not withstand a drop of any caliber. It was hot, I was thirsty, and I was hungry. I felt like I was out at sea for weeks when in reality it was only about a half-hour. I had no clue how big the island was, all I knew was I had to get around it. I’m not explorer, I hate the outdoors, and there I was…lost. My attempts to not end up a missing persons list were based solely on nothing. All I knew was that I was definitely lost. Then all of a sudden, I look back and the island is behind me, but that doesn’t mean anything, I am still lost. About another twenty minutes go by, and I notice a line of