I’ve never had the best relationship with water sports. I mean, I love water, and swimming, and boating. But the water seems to hate me. Either that or it’s trying to tell me I’m actually Poseidon’s daughter and is trying to take me home.
There have been a few head injuries on boats and one true near death experience, but while people start heading to the lake for memorial day, the waterskiing incident seems most appropriate.
For three summers in my early teen years I went to camp Waziyatah. If the name sounds familiar, it’s probably because of the Disney summer camp reality show Bug Juice. I wasn’t there the filming year; I started going to next summer, but a lot of the kids were still coming to camp and damn did that show mess with their heads! I’ll tell you all about it sometime, but for now, back to our story.
I had never been waterskiing before. My family is much more into canoes than boats with motors, but all the cool kids had signed up for waterskiing, and, my being thirteen, I wanted to try it. I went down to the boat, lifejacket strapped on, expecting a super intense lesson before we really hit the water. Nope. (more…)