Jennifer Wharton
CAVA KG
Peter Bertelsen
10/7/09
As I got off the ski lift, I stumbled and almost fell as my dad got off perfectly and grabbed me at the same time. I was bad at this sport while he was executing everything perfectly and helping me get down the down the hill to boot. As I watched my dad swoop down the hill I couldn’t help but think that he was better at this sport. I would never have an area where I would be the best.
That had been last winter. Now we were on our boat in Lake Tahoe. It was a beautiful day. The lake was as blue as ever. It looked like a painting it was so pretty. That winter we had bought a wakeboard. Now I was thinking of using it. I was reluctant to do so because I was afraid of failing again. I was afraid of not being able to do well in another area.
I decided to try to wakeboard because I had to try. I had to try because I wanted to have a sport where I was the best. As I slid into the water my body went numb. “Oh this is cold. I’m freezing! Can we please hurry this up?” My body was so cold because all the water in Lake Tahoe was runoff from the snow. On the first run I didn’t even get up. I fell flat on my face at the beginning. As I floated in the water waiting in the water waiting for my dad to bring the rope back to me, I felt the feeling that I had failed again. I felt that I would never find my own sport.
Even though I had feelings of failure, I felt like this was something that I could be really good at and that made me go again. This time I stayed up. I was so amazed that I almost fell. I managed to catch myself though. I felt a sigh of relief escape my lips and it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I had finally found a sport where I was better at it than anyone in my family. I had finally found a place that I could call my domain. I wouldn’t always feel bad when I didn’t do well in something. I would always have something to come back to.
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Mother Natures "Time Share" Lake Powell is a family resort for many. Every year at least two million people enjoy its splendor. But I would assume they do not know the trouble that lies beneath. Lake Powell was voted in by a small margin in March, 1956. It was part of the Colorado River Storage Project, also known as CRSP. Ever since it's beginning, some of the people who helped build the dam have ...
Just then I was jolted back to reality as a wave bounced me a little. I managed to catch myself and continued to board. As I was boarding I looked down and noticed the water. It was amazing. I could see the bottom of the lake even though it was over 100 feet deep. The clarity took my breath away. I knew that the lake was really clear but I had never seen the lake without the boat underneath me. With the board underneath me I could see all of the lake around me. As I was looking down a wave from a boat came and knocked me into the water. At first I was mad that the boat had knocked me down but I suddenly realized that my arms were tired. I had been so proud of getting up on the wakeboard I hadn’t realized how tired my arms were getting.
As I hauled myself back into the boat I realized that I was hurting. The fall had left me bruised all over. My bruises were really black and blue. “Hey Peter, you look like a purple fruit.” I really started to feel like a walking purple thing after that. I was bruised so bad I wondered how bad the sound of the impact was. I thought that it probably sounded like tennis racket being banged into concrete.
Even though I came out of the experience badly hurt I can’t wait to go back out because I been given a sport that I dominate at and I won’t be giving it up any time soon.
