jet skiing

The frigid water nips at my toes. The brightly coloured biscuit bobs in the shallow waters. Time to go. I clip the rope to my jet ski, and tell dad to go slow, for my friend Georgia. He didn't hear. We jump in. This is going to be a wild ride! Dad pulls out of the wharf, towards the centre of the lake. and from there on, it was crazy. We whizzed about, bouncing on the wake. SPLASH! We go over a massive wave. my stomach flipped like an over sized pancake.  I am gripping on so hard, my finger are going white!!! White spray splashes our faces as I start to feel the beginning of chapped lips. My lips are blue and spread in a big grin, as we head back to shore.