Personal Narrative: Lake Of The Woods Ontario

The lake was cold as glacier ice, a kind of cold that pierces right through your body. It was just us and the open water. There was no one in sight. I didn’t know whether it was beads of sweat or just droplets of water dribbling down my forehead. At that moment I have realized that in life, sometimes people can make poor decisions unintentionally. We do this because sometimes we can’t take into account every single possible outcome. We tend to think in the moment instead of for the future.

This summer, my family and I went to our cabin out in Lake of the Woods, Ontario. My family decided to invite my aunt, uncle, and cousins (Keifer and Jonah) to enjoy the lake and the summer sun with us. After a few days of water sports and enjoying the last

Twenty minutes went by, and I noticed Kiefer started to become sluggish. I grew more concerned with his energy and his ability to keep swimming, so I decided just to let him just worry about swimming. After many minutes of screaming help and paddling away one stroke at a time, it seemed like shore was farther and farther away. The weight of the water-logged seadoo was starting to ache in my shoulder blades, and Kiefer began to look a bit limp, so I suggested that we stop and take a short break. During that break, I heard a faint buzz in the distance. Kiefer and I looked at each other confused when we realized a boat was zooming toward us. In a panic, we attempt to scramble out of the way because since the bottom of the seadoo was black, a ship wouldn’t be able to see us and potentially chop us into bits. Since we couldn’t move the seadoo fast enough, we had to profusely wave our hands back and forth for the boat to see us. It looked like the boat was heading our direction, full speed ahead, when last second it swings around us, avoiding us by a thread, and then proceeds. The only remains of that experience were the four-foot waves that swamped us and the seadoo, once