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Parasailing

Shayna
September 11, 2006

My feet had suddenly been jerked off of the boat platform beneath me. The crew was grinning at me as I screamed in surprise.

“That’s the special takeoff!,” the captain yelled, while quickly tossing the parachute line out 200 feet.

I had just been propelled to mid-air in only a few seconds. Soon, my boyfriend and the other couple aboard were invisible among an ocean of blue at Virginia Beach. I must have looked similar to them—a miniscule little blip attached to the giant yellow parashute pulling me across the sky.

It was my first time parasailing and it was turning out to be terrifyingly good. Rocking back and forth in my seemingly unsecure harness, I had to close my eyes every now and then to convince myself that I wasn’t in the position that I actually was—dangling 1200 feet above a sparkling blue ocean with nothing but a parachute and thick line of rope keeping me there.

Looking down, I could see far beyond the beach onto the mainland and also, there were dolphins jumping in the water beneath me. They were tiny gray specks that were almost imperceptable. Had I not gone on a dolphin watching tour the day before, I probably wouldn’t have recognized them.

The same speedboat that had seemed so much safer only a minute earlier was also now only a small white spot. As it made tight turns and raced along, I knew that my boyfriend and the other couple were clinging to the edges of the boat as they got a ride of their own. It was disarming, though, to think that this teeny vessel was what I was depending on to bring me back to the mainlaind intact.


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