Fourth Of July Short Story

I turns to Lennie and says, ‘Jump in.’ An’ he jumps. Couldn’t swim a stroke. He damn near drowned before we could get him. An’ he was so damn nice to me for pullin’ him out.

Next I hear the roar of the engine and we slowly started going, the boat proceeded to go faster and faster. As the boat turned the tube went out of the middle over the wake to the outside, the waves were pretty large and I caught some air and hit my head against the tube a few times. When Russ turned my body slipped backwards toward the back of the tube where my feet were in the water, I was able to use my knee to advance myself upward on the tube some to where my original position was. After a little while longer Russ slowed the boat to a stop, it was now Pipers turn and she did well at it

I was overjoyed. I had beat my fear of heights and did something I thought I would never do. Soon after, I pushed my face through the cool water and resurfaced smiling. “That was awesome!” I said.

Gene was puzzled by the sounds, but ran quickly. Gene arrived at the scene and she saw her child, ten feet down, holding himself up just above the surface of the seven-foot-deep water. Gene immediately went in after him, balancing on a plank about six feet down, and used all her strength to swing down and get Harold by the hand. Luckily, Harold was saved by his brave mother. Second, the Melissa Harvey article.

They'd gotten lunch from the local takeaway, a burger and chips each, and had headed to their usual spot, the top of the Jumping Rock, at Dead Man's Pool. The Lagoon had received its infamous naming due to to many deaths that had occurred there over the years, where many teens, usually high or drunk, dared each other to jump from the cliff face to the icy water between the large, jagged stones. After the deaths of over 10 teens over the span of two decades, the cliff had been fenced off by the Sheriff, with large WARNING and DO NOT ENTER signs plastered everywhere. The teens, however, just like they always had done, ignored the signs and crawled through the large gap in the corner of the fence and walked the familiar path up to the top of the Jumping

My nerves from the first class unexpectedly came rushing back. These students grew into great swimmers, but I knew that the depth of the water could petrify them. The first few students were able to swim back up with little to no effort, but the last girl lost her footing and slipped into the pool and couldn 't resurface. I froze as I saw her struggling to swim and breathe. My mind quickly flashed back to the time I jumped out of my tube and almost drowned.

We ate breakfast and went straight to the boat. When our friends told us about the lake they told us that the lake had huge cliffs. My sister and I had been dying to go cliff jumping. As we rode down the 68 mile long lake looking for some cliffs to jump off we enjoyed looking at the beautiful scenery. The water was so clear you could even see your toes when you looked down.

As water rushed into his lungs, his body became less buoyant. Because panic set in, the friends didn’t know what to do; therefore, were able to keep him afloat. All of a sudden he stops shaking, and everyone calms down. Everyone stared at each other in disbelief before reality sets in. “He’s dead”, one friend says softly while the others remain silent.

As soon as I got in the water, I put my skis on tight enough so they wouldn’t fall off, but loose enough that they could come off if need be. I swam out behind the boat far enough away that I wouldn’t be near the engine when it started. I was instructed to “make like I was sitting in a chair,” with my knees bent and my toes out of the water, making the skis stand up straight. I put the rope that was

We drop the anchor, stopping the boat in shallow sandy area where we can spend the afternoon. With little hesitation we are in the water. Splashing fights are immediate, but soon we start an organized game of tag while the grownups relax and prepare lunch aboard the boat. Sandwiches in the cooler, our parents make their way into the water too. Aunty’s scream scares me.

Using my one arm and leg I push my way to the surface. Looking around I see a beach like area. Kicking and flailing my appendages to my best ability I hope it 's enough to make it the the rivers edge. Beaching myself, I crawl about three feet before throwing up the water in my lungs. After my lungs were purged of any unnecessary liquids I stood, leaning on my good foot, then looking at my damaged arm.

The water depth dropped off suddenly. Michelle said the water depth was over her head. Michelle carried Harlow out of the water. Harlow was blue and lifeless. Michelle began CPR immediately and yelled for someone to call 9-1-1.

I think to myself no one is going to help me so I might as well start swimming. 300 yards off shore and I am doing the finest breast stroke one could do while they are panicking. Luckily I hadn’t even thought about sharks or anything until I stopped to catch my breath and a dastardly piece of seaweed grazed my leg.

Ok, so it's your turn to host this year's 4th of July party. As we all know too well, the downtime between eating and watching the fireworks can be a long and arduous one, especially if your party guests have children. So, to bail you out of hours of boredom and the thought of never being asked to host another 4th of July party, below are a few "themed" party games to entertain the masses.

Birds were chirping; flowers swaying in the wind. Warm rays of light hit my face; I stirred awake rubbing the dust out of my eyes. We packed our stuff for the final event of this holiday at the theme park. Everything seemed fine. I got onto the rollercoaster with my family to have some extreme fun.