Personal Narrative-The Banana Boat

The banana boat Last summer, I went to a beach in Rocky Point Mexico for my birthday. It was a blazing hot day. Most of the people on the beach were selling things. Someone would come up to you every five seconds and ask for your attention so you could buy something. Everyday, a few guys would bring these big, yellow blow-up boats called “banana boats”. They had handles, and you sat on them like a horse and tried not to fall off while you were being pulled by an actual boat. I nervously stood with my mom and grandma waiting with the money. I felt a wave of fear crawl across my body as the boat came into view. The boat finally got back to shore. When everyone who was riding got off, my mom and I told them we wanted to ride and we gave them the five dollars. Next thing I knew I found myself putting on a life jacket. When the man asked how hard we want him to try to knock us off, I had a heart attack when my grandma stepped in and told him to do his best. My mom and I were the only ones riding. A few people who rode before us said “good luck”. My body tensed. I feared I wouldn't be able to stay on the whole time. I hopped on and heard the engine start. Then my body jerked forward. We were starting.

We were going pretty fast, but we were going in a straight line, so it wasn't hard to hold on. The salty ocean water burned my eyes as it splashed in them. It felt like bees were stabbing me in the face. I could hardly see. But I was still determined not to fall off. Then the man driving started turning. At first he made wide turns, but then he made sharper ones. The sharper the turn, the harder it was to hold on. We were being jerked from side to side. Everything was wet and slippery. The handles felt like they were covered in butter. Finally, the boat tugged so hard it whacked me right off. It felt like a giant hand grabbed me and pulled me out of my