A time I will never forget….
It is January 2008. I am vacationing in Punta Cana with my family. My eight year old brother and I wake up and decide we want to go parasailing. After some begging, our mother agrees, on the condition that she will be able to come on the boat and watch us.
So here we are, suspended over the ocean, attached to a speedboat by a single rope. The sad part is, it’s not nearly as exciting as we expected it to be. It’s actually kind of boring, being that we are moving at a speed of no more than five miles per hour. After about ten minutes of just sitting in the air doing absolutely nothing, something happens. We hear a snap. And next thing we know, we’re tumbling. We cling to each other, too afraid to even speak. We finally hit the ocean, and have no idea what to do next. We don’t even know what happened, but we know it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. So we just sit in the ocean, floating. We can’t even see the shore.
After what felt like years but was probably just a few minutes, the speedboat appears. The captain calmly explains that the rope that was attaching our parasail to the boat had snapped. He added that it was the first time he’d ever heard of this happening. So I may not lead the craziest life, but at least I can say I fell off a parasail and survived.
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