It was a cool brisk day on a Friday during the summer of 2011. A day to go to tubing with my father, my best friend and neighbor: Jennifer Siv, my sister, and her friend. We were all in the truck, ready to go to Spring Lake, a body of water on the border of Shakopee and Prior Lake.
Once we arrived, my sister and her friend blew up the tube, while Jennie and I prepared the boat for the lake. We took off the sand colored tarp, sprayed orange citrus Febreze onto the gold leather seats, and put the fabric tube up onto the boat’s backend. We told my dad that the boat would be ready to put into the calm water, and soon enough, it was in. My dad went to park our truck, and then got into the boat along with my sister and her friend. He told Jennie and me to push away from the dock. As soon as we pushed away, both Jennie and I fell overboard into the water! Thank goodness we had our swimsuits and lifejackets on, or we would’ve regretted it. Plus the boat wasn’t even started yet, phew!
We managed to swim to the tube which was ended up in the weeds near the shore. Jennie and I got up onto it, sat there, and started talking about how excited we were to go tubing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a spider comes drifting in the wind on its web right onto Jennie’s head! I told her that there was a spider on her head and I wasn’t joking; plus, I knew how much she hated spiders. Jennie started freaking out and screaming so much is sounded as if she was going down with the Titanic! She ran her hands through her hair as if she lost something in it, then the spider fell off and I flicked it off the tube. I told my dad to get the boat started and go right away so no more little evil creatures can crawl upon us.
Firstly, my sister wanted to reel the tube in so her and her friend could join us. After that, my dad finally got the roaring machine moving out onto a silent lake. Ten, Twenty, and suddenly a rousing speed of twenty-nine miles per hour. It felt as if we were in a wonderland, silent and listening to the nature only. The lake had only three boats on it, surprisingly! Including us, there were two fishing boats and a kayak.
I yelled to the captain, “Do figure eights!”
Sadly, he did not hear me, so I had to communicate using hand symbols and sign language. He finally understood, and the boat started leaning and turning sideways like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It had felt as if the boat had stopped for a second. Then suddenly, jerking us backwards, the tube started moving twenty-nine miles per hour again, almost as if the tube was kicking us off itself!
By the time we made it around in one complete figure eight, my friend Jennie started to slip off the right edge already, holding on with only one hand. Knowingly, the back of her life jacket hit the water and we all shrieked as she was gone within the snap of a finger! Three people left on the tube was not a lot of weight to hold it down. The tube shot into the air, only about a foot, smashing into the wavy water. We were jostled around a bit, but managed to hold onto the tube. Seeing the first victim of the day fall off was preparing the rest of us for what is to come. As soon as we pulled around to pick up Jennie, it seemed hard for her to get back on because she was soaking and she had such a huge life jacket on, but it fit her well. Luckily she got on before she got too far away from the tube.
The thunderous nightmare started to do figure eights, again, again, and again, until something treacherous happened. A gigantic wave appeared upon the tube, and then suddenly, it collided with it. Going off that humongous wave was like flying off a jump on a skateboard for the first time. The tube came down, splintered into the water, and threw the three of us off. We did not all come off one by one, we came off as one. I was holding onto my sister and Jennie’s lifejackets, so when the tube crashed, I would bounce off along with them.