Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Water Skiing

A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never. 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

I kept replaying these tips over and over again in the back of my mind. Each time the boat took off, I stayed up on the water a little bit longer and slowly but surely, I was progressing. The engine started up and I felt determined, this time it was going to be different. I followed all the step I had previously learned, and the next thing I knew, I was skiing. I was beyond excited that I finally stayed up, it only seems fitting that when I went to celebrate, I feel directly on my face, yet again.
Water skiing is most certainly one of the most difficult sports I’ve ever participated in, nonetheless, where you get the hang of it, there is nothing more exhilarating. It’s a long process but when you follow the steps, a difficult task becomes much more simplified. It takes awhile to finally perfect it, but the end result is well worth the