I Remember When - Personal Narrative
It was the first weekend in September. The summer holidays were over,
and the schools had started back. I was on the beach for the first
time after a long week at work.
As Stratton was such a small Cornish town, there were very few people
on the beach. My next-door neighbour and drinking partner, Hamish
Pengelly was just leaving the beach after walking his dog, Graham
Smith; the new owner of Stratton Manor was on the beach watching his
son, Charlie, playing in a rubber dingy in the water. Also, Samantha
Creeme, the mechanic for the nearest town, Bude, was on lifeguard
duty.
It was one of those pleasant days where it was warm, but quite windy.
It had become slightly windier as the day approached mid afternoon,
but it was bearable. I sat at the edge of the beach in my fleece
reading a Dorothy Dunnet novel.
I probably would have stayed in this position for the rest of the day,
if it weren't for a faint shriek I could hear coming from the
distance.
I looked up from my book and I could see Charlie Smith, rapidly being
dragged out by the current, waving his arms and the air and shouting
recklessly for help.
Stratton is famous for its currents. Only one person has died here in
the past decade, but before the lifeguard system had been developed,
the numbers were much higher. The strength of the current was due to
the canal, which creates a massive rip tide, so the beach has to have
permanent supervision during the warmer months.
In the distance, I could see Samantha Creeme dragging her life
surfboard to the waters edge. I instinctively ran down the lower beach
to where Graham ...
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...sisted that she would be able to paddle back on her
surfboard, as she was specially trained for this type of a situation.
The paddle back was much more strenuous than the paddle there, as this
time we had to fight against the current. But something, I don't know
what, probably adrenalin, kept us moving on. It felt as though my arms
were going to fall off, but all the time, I kept thinking to myself,
'You have to keep moving on. Lives are at steak here.'
We finally reached the shore. Somebody must have seen what was going
on, as when we reached the waters edge, a towel was immediately
wrapped around each of us, and we were all taken off to an ambulance.
I looked back from the top of the beach, as I remembered that Samantha
must have still been fighting her way back against the waves. But, she
was nowhere to be seen.
They watched together as the shore increased its monstrous growing, they became use to it all though. They became used to themselves balancing the boat, preventing them from going
Walter Cavanaugh and Gary Grossman had a serious dilemma. Their entire households were literally falling away from them. Their houses on Indio Drive in the Sunset Palisades Planning Area in Pismo Beach rest atop a bluff that protrudes into the sea. The impact of the waves of the Pacific Ocean against the land was eating away at the bluf, breaking it down into gravel.
She did not think she would be able to surf ever again but she still gave it a try. Just when she was about to give up because she fell too many times, she said “a wave rolled through, I caught it, put my hand on the deck to push up and I was standing” (Hamilton 288). Her problems were quickly resolved because all of her doubts were now gone. She had nothing to worry about because she knew she could now continue her surfing career even with one arm.
Once she turned and looked toward the shore, toward she people she had left there. She had not gone any great distance – that is, what would have been a great distance for an experienced swimmer. But to her unaccustomed vision the stretch of water behind her assumed the aspect of a barrier which her unaided strength would never be able to overcome.
I couldn’t believe the site was real. The police came and simply reported it as an allergic reaction not even seeing it as potential murder, this guy must be good if the police don’t even think twice about it.
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
While paddling back to shore Marisa soon figured out that paddling wasn’t as fun as it looked and got tired after a while. Plus, every time she put the paddle into the water she would lose her balance and almost fall back into the water, but knowing that Ambria would make fun of her for being a wimp she kept her mouth closed and tried to paddle as much as she could. As the sun beats down on Marisa and she can feel herself sweat harder and harder, the only thing keeping her going was seeing the shore in sight, and she was determined to get
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After everyone was up, we were off, but all of us were struggling to get out past the waves. They seemed like little mountains that we all had to climb. It did not help that there were boats driving right by use, making the waves even bigger. Once we got passed the big waves it was much easier to paddle. The hard part was keeping your board straight. I struggled with my board and paddle the entire time I was on it. After paddling for about 20 minutes we could see our hotel rooms balconies. We stopped paddling for a little bit and rested our arms. By this time my arms were killing me. It felt like I had just rowed to China and back, but in reality I had only gone about a mile if that. The wind started to die down, and began to get very hot. I was wearing a light grey zip up hoodie, a white V-neck short sleeve shirt with grey strips on the sleeves, and acid washed ripped shorts with lace up the sides. The sweat began to drip down on my forehead, like condensation does on a cold
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
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