Around the lake we went, dodging other boats driving by. Sharp turns were the worst because every muscle in my arms were gripping to hold on. I knew I just had to hold on for a little longer, and the boat would come to a stop. My arms gave out and I was slipping back into the water. Before I was completely off, I grabbed Kenzie's leg and drug her down with me. Then we went on a tube called, “the Giro,” which was like a bullet floating on water. I remember being able to see the water through the bottom of the tube. Since I was less likely to fall out of the giro, I made use of my safety and spun around like a wild person. Throwing myself this way and that, I soon had the sensation to throw up.
Before that summer, I had never gone inner tubing. Multiple bruises remained on my skin for weeks. Spinning and some rough landings made for a great summer and multiple black and blue lumps.