Sailing

Hi everyone, last week I went sailing. This is my recount about sailing. What a boring intro. Let's get to the point. While writing this I learnt the diffrence between a recount and a story. What I found challanging about writing this is to not make it sound like a story. Also, YAY! I finally finished something! Now, I need to work on my concultions. Wonder why I'm not good at conclutions. :| I can't hear anyone laughing, I'll say it louder. WONDER WHY I'M NOT GOOD AT CONCLUTIONS!

The sun rose above the horizon, bringing colour back to the world on the morning of the sailing trip. I bubbled with excitement. After continuously waving to Dad behind my back, I sprinted to the gate urging Hana to quicken her pace. Seeing everyone with colourful clothes only built up my excitement. I darted around the class arduously to find Mia and the others. Soon, I found Jedi wandoring around the class. As I approached her, she turned around and commented about my bag. In recognition, I smiled as a thank you.

As we chatted amongst ourselves, the bell rang in the distance indicating it was class time. I joined with the rest of my class quietly settling in. After listening to the teachers: Mrs Taylor and Mrs Stratton, everyone ran for the bus like a herd of cattle. Waiting in the bus gave me an opportunity to drown in my own thoughts, picturing myself as a hero in a story or just pondering about the day. I stared blankly at the window, watching the scenery rushing by. All my excitement faded and clouded into my head as I thought and pondered.

Suddenly, someone cried ‘WE’RE HERE’ snapping me back to reality. All the excitement rushed back in as I saw boats and the sails laid out on the ground. As the bus stops, kids poured out of the bus rushing to the boats. The teachers instructed us to sit down and listen to Matt. His face was narrow and his eyes were tired looking. He had thin arms, thin legs and short gray hair. He explained to us how to set up the boat. After explaining, I buddied up with Mia to set up the boat since there were a limited amount of boats. Mia struggled with lifting the mast so I did the hard work while Mia worked on the little things and reminding me of all the steps because of how forgetful I am. :l

After everyone finished and after learning how to steer, we strolled to the edge of the lake. Rock shuffled and underneath our feet as the water jumps on land, then retreating back again and again. Willow trees stood tall and proud watching over the lake. ‘Who wants a turn’ someone shouted. Half of the class look nervous and feared. The others leaped with excitement, shouting to be volunteered.

Mia was one of the first eight to sail. The wind howled, the water roughened and the yachts quickened. As Mia docked back to land, I jumped on and sailed along the lake. I pulled the rope. I steered the boat. The wind picked up. I ducked under the sail. Everything happened in two minutes. As I headed to land. Suddenly, the wind shoved me to land. BANG! I hit to land. ‘That was close’ someone said, I didn’t bother looking. I was still recovering from everything that just happened. Dispit the crash, I felt more confident about sailing. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.

Until my friend Eben had a turn. As Eben was turning the yacht, it tipped overthrowing Eben in the water. A rescuer zoomed in to the scene and as Eben clambered up the boat, he cut his leg and ankle from the motor. It looked like someone slashed him with a sword. He staggered out of the water and went back home. That wasn’t the only thing that discouraged me to sail. Jedi, one of my friends were docking back to land. As Jedi headed to shore, she accidentally turned the boat and was heading to some adorable ducklings. Luckily, they escaped just in time.  

After sailing about ten times, I slipped on some dry clothes and headed to the bus. Despite all the fun I had, I always thought to myself ‘sailing is already in the past’. All the things that I waited for became present, then become memories in a blink of an eye. All the things I experienced suddenly turn into something I can only think about, then it turns to nothing because of how forgetful I am.

Thanks for reading for this long. I usually write 3/4 of this. Please comment to tell me what to improve on and what I should keep on doing. Blog you later.