Spectator Sport: Wakeboarding on the Lake
In the hot, summer sun, the water splashed on my face. It was very cold. I was carried by the wind running through my hair and between my toes. It was like as I'm walking on water. I finally had the nerves to get in the lake. The thought of crocodiles, piranhas, and snapping turtles terrified me, as if they were right next to me. But still, there was something in my mind that was needed to be done. I had to get up on a wake board this summer. I kept thinking that I might not succeed in getting up, because the last time I did was two years ago. Pacifically, I did a thumbs up, saying I was ready, then the boat jerked me forward. I stood up, skating on water. The best feeling I had that summer, doing what made you feel unstoppable. I tried to see if I still had the skills in me. I leaned back, a bit to the left, and there I was. Feeling docile, steering myself on a wake board again, while everything around me was flamboyant.
Something to do while wake boarding |
The exact lake I always wake board at |
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