Writing Recounts
Water Skiing
Water Skiing
“Yep!” I said, as I galoped out of the water. We went water skiing at lake Tawawera. Booming noises rushing past my ears as I glided though the glassy water. I saw the skis inching closer and closer to the edge of the wake. I felt the drips of water that fired at my face and streamed off my chin. I smell the cooking sausages on the beach. Suddenly a boat came roaring past the waves were as bumpy as sandpaper. SPLASH!! I went as I belly flopped into the water.
My dad rushed back in the boat. I was in the boat staying dry as the drips runed off me. Minutes later I was on the dry shore and had my towl rapped around me. Sause, bread, sausage “YUM” I said as I chomped into the sausage.
After skiing we decided to make some shade. My mum told me that there was a tarpaulin in the boat so I sprinted through the water and grabbed it. With a tarpaulin, sticks and rocks it was look’en good. After the tarp was up we make sand seats to sit on.
That day I was very proud of myself for getting up skiing for my first time.
