Narrative Essay About Fishing

The instructor drove her motorboat over to help me, but she believed the best way to help was by yelling at me with at megaphone to get back in the boat. I continued to say to myself that “I can’t do this” I then asked for help, but she said no and that I had to do this on my own. That was how my day started on a hot humid summer day in July. I was nine years old when I first stepped into my Opti, which resembled a bathtub. That day was different because I was preparing for my first ever-capsizing drill. I stepped into the rocking boat, which began to feel like it was going to flip over on the dock. I then mustered the strength and pulled myself onto the rail of the boat and untied it from the dock. Once the line was released from the dock I was alone on

I then pulled in my sails and began to steer out into the great body of water that now lay in front of me. As I began to sail faster I realized what was coming and there was no escaping. The feeling of nervousness turned into a feeling of sheer fear of the unknown. We had rehearsed the act of capsizing thousands of times on land, but nothing had prepared me for the actual event its self. There were now no instructors to help me or explain capsizing to me on a white board it was just the boat and I.

After an hour on the water, the instructor told me it was my time to flip the boat on purpose and practice getting it back over. I climbed to the front of my boat by walking along the rail, which I had sat upon originally. Once I got to the front of the boat it seemed, as if there was a giant cavern below me. If I were to fall into this water, it felt as if it would pull me below. I then began to pull on my mast, which lead to my small bathtub shaped Opti to flip over. As my boat began to fall over I did as well and I splashed in the water. At first there was a feeling of being lost and not knowing what to do. After a minute what I had