Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat!
(A narrative essay describing a fun experience at a lake in Tahoe)
"Everyone, we're going to go rowing!" exclaimed my dad. "Why do we have to do this dad," I asked. He told me that it was a good experience for the family to do. Oh, but he was wrong, so very wrong. Last summer my family and I went to Tahoe on vacation, and I had a superb time there. For example, we went on hikes and relaxed on the beach. But the real highlight of the trip was our rowing excursion because it was, fun, exciting, and enjoyable all in four hours. It was my dad's idea to go rowing at a lake smaller than Lake Tahoe. I didn't want to go, but my brother, who insisted to my parents that he and I have our own boat, convinced me. On the water we started off badly. It was my first time rowing, so I failed a bit. I crashed into bushes and trees on the shore, and sometimes, people. Finally, after five more failures, I mastered rowing, which, I guess, inspired my dad to challenge my brother and me.
My dad boasted that he, my mom, and sister were going to finish first, which made my brother and me more determined to beat them. My brother and I started rowing even harder and faster than we had been before, while my parents and sister struggled to keep up. After we finished at least a mile of the trip, we backed off our galleon pace and waited to see if my parents could catch up. After thirty-five minutes, we decided to continue rowing because our parents were taking way too long to catch up. After another three miles, we started to wonder how far back they were. We concluded that they were taking a break or getting something to eat. We rowed until we had one mile left, so we pulled over to rest on the banks of the lake. When we docked, we wandered around a little bit while waiting for my parents to arrive. All told, we wasted another fifty minutes doing nothing, and, yet, our parents still weren't there. Then my brother had the smart idea call our parents to see what was holding them up, but they didn't pick up. They must have left their phones in the car.
We eventually got back in our boat and finished the race. Hungry, we wanted to get something to eat, but we had no money. It was with our parents somewhere out on the lake. Frustrated as well as hungry, we sat waiting for my dad to show up with his wallet, and my mom and sister, of course. Another forty minutes passed and still my parents hadn't arrived. What was taking them so long? Finally, fifteen minutes later. My parents and sister drifted in, soaked. Turned out that during the ride, their boat flipped while they were in the rapids. Their story was quite humorous at the moment and we all had a laugh. But as we came back from the lake, my dad stated how it was shameless of us to go ahead and leave them behind. The second my dad finished his tirade, I immediately started rebutting that it was my dad's idea to race in the first place. My dad stopped realizing that I won the argument. As I was basking in my triumph, my mom noted that they could have drowned. Now it was my turn to be silent. As I searched for something to say, my brother agreed with my mom's comment, to my horror. My brother explained to me that we were lucky our parents and sister didn't drown. I quickly changed the subject, as this conversation was turning very dark and sinister. When we came back to our hotel, my brother and I talked about how we should have just stayed with our parents instead of thinking about the glory of beating them. But then I told him we all learned a lesson on the rowing trip. For my brother and me it was not being too prideful, and my parent's lesson was to never compete against my brother and me.