Skiing by Kayla

Skiing

So it’s pretty much a tradition

That in the summer I have to go skiing

But that one summer

When I didn’t want to ski

My dad made me

It took a while

But finally I was convinced

I went out mad

Into the smooth still water

He pulled me up behind the boat

So there I was in my little red life jacket

I was skiing and having fun

But of course I couldn’t let him know that

I had a vile look on my face like I was so mad

I hadn’t wanted to go skiing

But once I had it was fun

I had a blast

But it started out smooth

Then just kept getting rougher

The waves were big now

I was ready to quit

Oh No, I thought

Here comes a big wave

I flew in the air

I was like a flying bird

Then the skies hit me

They hit me pretty hard,

I lunged forward

Into the water I went

Now I was mad

He had forced me to go

And now id been injured

I didn’t try to get back up

I got into the boat

I’m done with skiing

I don’t want to again

I was done with it then

And he made me go again.