“No! No! No!Nooooooooooo!!!!” Splash!Gurgerlerg!! That was the heroic sound I made while conquering my fear.
Laying on the worn down leather couch, I wrapped myself up in blankets. It was around 7:30 p.m. and I was ready to have FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT. It was my Dad’s turn to choose the movie.
“We’re going to watch JAWS after we watch an episode of Shark Week” My dad said in his Dad way. Being 8 at the time I had no idea what JAWS was, but I knew it was an old movie since my Dad got to see it as a kid. My Mom grabbed the black remote and turned on the tv. We watched as the tv went from a dreary-black to a bloody toothed, opened mouth, flesh hanging from its jaw, Great White Shark jumping out of the water. I screamed since the shark looked like it was going to kill me. …show more content…
I hid under the covers until my sister came from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. We all jumped out off of the couches and hurdled around Harmony like she was a football coach and we were the players. I of course was the first one to get popcorn since I was the smallest. After the episode of Shark Week, we started to surf the channels until we found JAWS. By this time it was 8 p.m. I was tired and I was ready to go to the lake. Dozing off, I woke to the sound of a blood curdling scream, and a person being eaten by a shark. I could not fall back asleep until the movie was over, it was 10:10 pm, way past my bedtime. I don’t remember when I fell back asleep but I remember being rushed out of the house and burning some rubber. We were off to the lake. After a half-hour drive, we were at the lake we were scoping out for my Grandma.We found her right away in her fluorescent pink stand-up jet-ski and her matching life-jacket. We pulled up, rocks hitting the windows and everyone anxious to get out. Once the car was parked we jumped out and headed towards the water. I on the other hand, was very hesitant about getting in the water. The lake was a massive ocean compared to a tiny eight-year-old. Who knew what would want to swallow up a pretty little girl? I thought while digging a rock out of the sand with my toe. I walked a few paces then plopped right in the water where I could wade. I wish I could be a big girl and play out in the water and not be scared. I considered my chances of being a big girl or being eaten by what ever lied at the bottom of the mysterious lake. So I decided I would wade in the water until, well, forever. Dad ran across the shore towards me, but I knew he was going to ride the jet-ski. “Why aren’t you out in the water playing?” he questioned. “ ‘Cause it’s cold” I replied while turning my head. “Ok, well don’t get to rambunctious up here on the shore” he said smiling while placing on life-jacket dripping with water. Once my dad left, I heeded his words. I scooted further into the water. I watched as I stared down at my pink Barbie life-vest and said out loud, “What would Barbie do?”. So I laid in the water and felt the cold water get my brunet hair black as night. With in time, my Dad was on his way back to shore. I sat up as I heard the vrooming of the motor. I stared at him, he must have saw me because he fell into the water. Why? Why did you do that? I thought while my heart pounded through my chest. I saw him climb back aboard the jet-ski and head to shore. He came over to me and said, “Hey, did you get too rambunctious while I was out?” I shook my head and continued to wade. He walked off. I closed my eyes and enjoyed where I was at. Out of nowhere I was being lifted out of the water. I started kicking. “Ouch, that hurts,” my dad was saying to me, “Stop kicking otherwise I’m going to throw you,” he sloshed the water around as it started to climb up his legs. I squeezed his neck.
Laying on the worn down leather couch, I wrapped myself up in blankets. It was around 7:30 p.m. and I was ready to have FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT. It was my Dad’s turn to choose the movie.
“We’re going to watch JAWS after we watch an episode of Shark Week” My dad said in his Dad way. Being 8 at the time I had no idea what JAWS was, but I knew it was an old movie since my Dad got to see it as a kid. My Mom grabbed the black remote and turned on the tv. We watched as the tv went from a dreary-black to a bloody toothed, opened mouth, flesh hanging from its jaw, Great White Shark jumping out of the water. I screamed since the shark looked like it was going to kill me. …show more content…
I hid under the covers until my sister came from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. We all jumped out off of the couches and hurdled around Harmony like she was a football coach and we were the players. I of course was the first one to get popcorn since I was the smallest. After the episode of Shark Week, we started to surf the channels until we found JAWS. By this time it was 8 p.m. I was tired and I was ready to go to the lake. Dozing off, I woke to the sound of a blood curdling scream, and a person being eaten by a shark. I could not fall back asleep until the movie was over, it was 10:10 pm, way past my bedtime. I don’t remember when I fell back asleep but I remember being rushed out of the house and burning some rubber. We were off to the lake. After a half-hour drive, we were at the lake we were scoping out for my Grandma.We found her right away in her fluorescent pink stand-up jet-ski and her matching life-jacket. We pulled up, rocks hitting the windows and everyone anxious to get out. Once the car was parked we jumped out and headed towards the water. I on the other hand, was very hesitant about getting in the water. The lake was a massive ocean compared to a tiny eight-year-old. Who knew what would want to swallow up a pretty little girl? I thought while digging a rock out of the sand with my toe. I walked a few paces then plopped right in the water where I could wade. I wish I could be a big girl and play out in the water and not be scared. I considered my chances of being a big girl or being eaten by what ever lied at the bottom of the mysterious lake. So I decided I would wade in the water until, well, forever. Dad ran across the shore towards me, but I knew he was going to ride the jet-ski. “Why aren’t you out in the water playing?” he questioned. “ ‘Cause it’s cold” I replied while turning my head. “Ok, well don’t get to rambunctious up here on the shore” he said smiling while placing on life-jacket dripping with water. Once my dad left, I heeded his words. I scooted further into the water. I watched as I stared down at my pink Barbie life-vest and said out loud, “What would Barbie do?”. So I laid in the water and felt the cold water get my brunet hair black as night. With in time, my Dad was on his way back to shore. I sat up as I heard the vrooming of the motor. I stared at him, he must have saw me because he fell into the water. Why? Why did you do that? I thought while my heart pounded through my chest. I saw him climb back aboard the jet-ski and head to shore. He came over to me and said, “Hey, did you get too rambunctious while I was out?” I shook my head and continued to wade. He walked off. I closed my eyes and enjoyed where I was at. Out of nowhere I was being lifted out of the water. I started kicking. “Ouch, that hurts,” my dad was saying to me, “Stop kicking otherwise I’m going to throw you,” he sloshed the water around as it started to climb up his legs. I squeezed his neck.