Have you ever heard anyone describe what it's like to go tubing? Or have you ever described a tubing experience yourself? Have you noticed how scary and violent it sounds? It's so much fun, but I'm surprised that I think being yanked behind a boat going really fast while I bump around uncontrollably and hold on for dear life is fun. That's what I was thinking when I read Philip's piece on tubing. After I finished reading it, I wanted to know whether he had a good time or not. I'm pretty sure he would say he had a great time. But it sounds awful.
My lungs are burning as I gasp for air. I can't see quite how high I am, the spray of water blinds me, but I can feel gravity tugging at me. I feel helpless as I see the white water rushing up towards me and I brace myself for impact.
I land on the water, clutching onto the tube. My muscles are straining as I struggle to cling on. My body slides to the right and I try to gain balance as I hit a huge wave. Panic floods my mind and I hope that I will be OK.
The fall is unexpected. I see the wave. I see the driver's smile as he floors the boat. My hands are tearing free from the handles and I'm airborn.
The icy cold water swallows me up. I feel my life jacket tugging me up, I'm glad that it's over and I can finally relax.
Philip is a student in Lisa Herschberger's class at Goshen Middle School.