Personal Narrative Go Banana Boating - 1030 Words

Never. Ever. Go Banana Boating. If someone offered to take you on a ride on a long, inflatable, cylinder in the middle of the ocean it might sound intriguing at first, but once you think about it, it is most likely not the best idea. Over summer break this year, we went on a huge group trip to Aruba. There were people from all over the country and we got to do big group activities every day. This particular day was a free day at the beach, where we could do whatever we wanted. There were boats you could ride- big and small. You could see people who looked like little ants in the distance as they parasailed. There were sandy, wet life jackets strewn everywhere. We watched people jet ski and bounce on water trampolines, people went tubing†¦show more content†¦The driver then pulled the boat directly next to the tube so that they were perfectly parallel and she hopped on the boat like nothing had happened. Of course this wasn’t the brightest idea, because as soon as he started to go, the tube jerked and everyone flew off of it. After struggling to get back on, everyone agreed to hold on and to not purposely fall off. This plan was going great until the driver shifted in front of a cruise ship, which was now heading towards us. It was pretty far off in the distance, so that if you went straight you most likely wouldn’t hit it†¦ but let s just say our driver must not have been very experienced, because he had other plans. Holding on for dear life, we swerved all over the place, hitting waves, and bouncing up and down. It was as if the once perfectly smooth blue waters salt had suddenly taken over burning everyone’s eyes and skin. Someone must have given up on holding on, because we heard a faint voice from the ocean that sounded like a scream saying, â€Å"WAITTTTTTT†¦Ã¢â‚¬ , until we could no longer hear it over the boats engines and the screaming children back on the shore. All of us were too busy focusing on the body in the middle of the ocean, that we had not realized there was a huge wave coming directly at the side of our boat. Abigail screamed, â€Å"HOLD ON!† Someone else responded with a muffled noise that sounded like they were trying to say something