Incident Narative: The Boat

The Boat

This all started when I was about seven years old and my dad and I were driving down to Cleveland. I was too young to even know where we were going but I didn’t even ask. After many turns, we ended up at a yacht club. I was very surprised and as soon as we drove through the gates I could smell the lake. Many people find it gross but I don’t mind it at all, I kind of like it.
We got out of the car and all I could do is smile. All I saw were huge boats and yachts all around me. Then my dad pointed at a specific one. It wasn’t the biggest or most nice boat there. But it was beautiful. The boat was big, tall stilts because it was out of the water. It was the early spring so it was still pretty chilly outside. There were a bunch of people working on it, my dad said to me “we have to get her ready for the summer,” as I smiled.
After standing around for a while, I finally got to go in it. I had to climb up a fifty foot ladder just to get in it, when I stepped in the boat my face lite up like a rocket. It was old but one of the best things I have ever seen. After that day my family had spent many days on the lake. I will never forget when I first saw that boat.