marlania
Posted : 4/21/2006 4:02:15 PM
Amy, your story is waaay too familiar. I told my husband about your cool raft, and he said he actually flew high enough on one of those that his foot went through it when he came down so that put a quick end to his fun. Anyway, that wasn't my story. Your knock-the-wind-out-hit-your-face-on-the-water story reminded me of my story. Two years ago, we were in some lake in Terrebonne Parish, and I guess my arms weren't long enough to hold onto the handles like I should have. After making a few rounds throughout the day, my arms were sore so I stopped holding on for a little while. Big mistake. A boat had just passed by so the waves came in, and when our boat picked up speed, I whipped around and somehow flew forward as my butt skimmed across the lake. I even hit the floaty-thing on a crab trap. That wouldn't have been so bad, but at some point, I started rolling on my side...over and over and over and over. I remember thinking, "If I don't fight it, it won't hurt so much." Bull! lol My arms were slapping the water so hard, and I didn't stop until I hit the marsh. THE MARSH LOL I swear I remember being underwater once I stopped, but Brett said I had a huge wall of water going in the air, and my head never went under. I remember telling myself "Don't panic. Just kick up." But who knows what happened at that point because I knocked the wind out of myself and couldn't find the boat. By the time they found me, I was screaming, "My ribs! My ribs!" across the lake, which my husband heard as, "My legs, my legs!" His friend was about to dial 911 when he realized I was screaming about my ribs, not my legs. So once I caught my breath and got into the boat, they threw the raft into the boat, and we took off. My head was killing me already, but to add insult to injury, the wind caught the raft and the handle smacked me in the nose.[sm=lol.gif] In the end, the only things that were bruised were my ribs, my leg, and my pride. lol