I was standing on the dock with my friends, their mom, my mom, and my sister. The dock was icy and the farther you got, the icier it got. My friends cheered me on, saying, "It get's harder than this, look at me!" So against my instincts, I took a step forward. Then I felt myself slipping, as if the borders of the sides of the dock had suddenly disappeared, and my feet were moving against my will and I couldn't control them. And BOOM!, I was in the water.
For a second, I was fine, then I froze. It was the most terrifying moment of my life, as if my lungs were closing up, refusing to swallow air. I couldn't move, partly because of the cold, and partly because I was scarred. I could feel myself sinking.
Somewhere off in the distance, I could hear my mom jumping in to save me. I was drowning...in what, bed covers?
I'd had this dream before. I was awake, but I still felt like I was drowning. Even now, as I write, my hands are shaking.
My dad had talked about this before, but I had discounted it, thinking, "What, I could swim, it's my body, right?" No. I know understood exactly what he meant.
--ER
For a second, I was fine, then I froze. It was the most terrifying moment of my life, as if my lungs were closing up, refusing to swallow air. I couldn't move, partly because of the cold, and partly because I was scarred. I could feel myself sinking.
Somewhere off in the distance, I could hear my mom jumping in to save me. I was drowning...in what, bed covers?
I'd had this dream before. I was awake, but I still felt like I was drowning. Even now, as I write, my hands are shaking.
My dad had talked about this before, but I had discounted it, thinking, "What, I could swim, it's my body, right?" No. I know understood exactly what he meant.
--ER
1 comment:
Hi Eleanor! Auntie Banana here! Wow, that was a riveting story! I have reoccurring dreams that I am driving off a cliff, and floating in the air. The ocean is always below me. I crank the steering wheel as hard as I can, and always manage to return to the road. Wild, huh? But I always awake really terrified.
Keep writing- you have a gift:) Ryan loves to write too. Not so much reports as he does creative writing. He is writing a journal right now, as if he is a baker during the Medieval Times. He has dealt w/ the crusades, the plague, and tough times as a baker. It is pretty cool.
Ears. Look elsewhere. Tattoo parlors? Look to jewelry stores, or places that cater to teen girls costume jewelry. That's fun! Did you know I was in highschool when I pierced my ears. Grandpa did not let me do it until I was 15, and Auntie Julie waited until she was I think 18. She was nervous. I miss you you bright eyes.
Keep writing and give Francie Pants a huge hug!!!!xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxx
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