"Firsts": A Classroom Exercise

Last week in class, we wrote simple, five-minute personal narratives and, due to the fact that people seemed to like mine and that I am in desperate need of blog posts, I figured to finish this story and then post it here. However, though they are rather similar, this is not my official personal narrative draft. If any would like to read that, it is the previous post and is entitled "A Healthy Dose of Fear-Be-Gone."

 

This was cool. This was exhilaration. I mean, I was flying! At forty miles per hour on the jetski owned by my new roommate's uncle, I sat in awe as me and my new-friend-I-had-just-met-that-morning Emily zoomed across the brilliant blue water of Bear Lake. My knuckles were white as I held on to the passenger seat handles for dear life. My mind was filled with both sheer terror and utter amazement.

 

"Would you like to drive?" Emily asked.

"Heck yeah!" said I.

 

For minutes that felt like forever I sterred this incredibly fast water-motorcycle in circles and loops, making waves only to quickly soar over them. Emily zoomed far south as she drove, before we turned around and flew north, scouring the surface of the water for any little thing that looked remotely intriguing. Within the hour, we had largely lost track of where the dock was, not really worrying because the jetski provided an easy way to get back, at least we thought.

 

Except, then it stopped. We tried in vain for a few minutes to restart the jetski, yet this yielded no success, forcing the assumption that the jetski, which had only just been refueled a little while ago, might already be out of gas. Needless to say, the prospect of swimming back, with or without the jetski, was rather unappealing. 

 

Then I had this idea and, after slightly chuckling at the cliche, New Era-esque thought, I sincerely asked:

 

"Should we pray?"

"It's worth a shot." Emily responded.

 

So, as I had the Aaronic Priesthood, I said a prayer, something simple about getting back safe and continuing to have a fun rest of the day. We then proceeded to turn the key...and...it didn't start. I tried again and this time the engine roared like a lion back to life. Empowered by both the roaring engine and the wonderful hope that comes with further realization of God's love through answered prayers, we eventually made our way back to shore and did, in fact, have a fantastic rest of the day. 

 

And lastly, to say it simply, I can't wait to go jetskiing again. 

 

P.S. The symbol thing I put in the corner was not KHOM, put rather KRUM (like Viktor Krum from Harry Potter) with a 47 through the middle. Just...thought I'd let you know...