As I first start to get on my grandfather's three-pontoon boat, I walk on the smooth smelling grass that tickles under the skin of my feet. As I start to put on the spray on sunblock, it really does annoy my nose. When I realize that I forgot my heavy wakeboard on the porch, I had to go back and get it. After that, I would have to untie the ropes from the cleats so the pontoon boat could float away from the boat lift. Such a long while to drive away out of the no-wakezone. I felt so satiated, waiting for such a long time. I kept feeling deprivated. It did not feel good at all. The feeeling of finally getting of the no-wakezone feels amazing, when you're waiting doing nothing and finally getting to do what you have been waiting for a while. I could never feel more uninterested.