Personal Narrative: The Beach

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The water shimmered across the lake with patches of golden light that brightened and grew with the rising sun. My older brother and I alongside a pair of corresponding best friends ready the boat for a day on the lake.But the boat was not ours, no, in fact, it was my fathers that took a good bit of begging to use on our own. This would be the first and last time this would happen. With good winds and fresh blue skies we launched. The weather couldn't have been better. as we shot out of the no wake zone playing the radio so loud the fish could hear our adventure began.Cruising the lake we traded off riding the tube. For lunch we pulled into a small cove shaded by two oaks the cove nestled in between, the branches reaching out towards one another. With the radio off we rocked gently with the rhythm of the currents and enjoyed nature. As we set out to our last destination we knew …show more content…

We tied off to a stump still gripping to the cliff wall, this was our first mistake the second pulled the prop out of the water. As we reached the peek of the cliffs I noticed a large group of dark billowing clouds heading towards us. I pointed them out to the others but we decided that it was probably going to pass us. As we repeated the process of climbing up and jumping off the cliffs we put the clouds out of our minds until it was directly over our heads and no sooner had it arrived it let loose with everything it had. Already at the top of the cliffs when the storm began the quickest route to the boat was to jump and swim,easier said than done. The rain felt like being pelted with small rocks, the clouds blocking the sun it felt like night with the wind bending the trees and slamming the boat into the cliff

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