A hot summer day out on the boat gliding across the water, my nose taking in the smells of boat fumes, sunblock, and the cool lake. The air is not too dry but not too humid, the perfect mix for a boat day. Blue skies surround me, not a cloud in sight. The sound of splashing waves and music blaring through the speakers. Small and big drops of water hit my face as the boat passes over waves, keeping me cool from the hot sun up above me. The water seems to be cold but I am beguiled once I dive in escaping the soothing but scorching sun to find it is just the perfect temperature to keep myself comfortable on a hot summer day. I gaze out across the water smiling, knowing that this will be an amazing day and I will finally learn to Wakesurf.

“Who is going first?”(dialogue) My friend asks, I raise my hand and begin to place my life jacket over my head. I've never surfed before, I think to myself, What if I'm not good? What if I fall? All the negative outcomes take over my thoughts. What if-  NO(Inner thought), I shut down the thoughts and will not let them ruin this day for me. The process commences, I grab a board and the rope and make my way down to the boat platform mentally preparing myself wondering how this will turn out. I am ready. I hop in only to realize that water feels a bit cooler than the first time. Waves crash against me in the water as if taunting me(Personification), knowing that I have never done this before. The cool water wraps around me like a hug, almost making an attempt to let me know it is going to be okay. The Cool water carries crisp currents along the lake(Alliteration). After contemplating in the water, I shush all the thoughts in my head and begin to position myself on the board. I shoot the thumbs up at my friend letting him know I am ready. The boat's engine roars and I slowly feel myself being pulled up. Just as I make it out of the water I see the tip of the board be engulfed by a wave as I fall and get pulled under. I fall directly into the prop stream from the boat and get tossed around in the waves like a salad in a bowl.(Simile)

“Ouch,” I say as I come back up. I spit lake water out of my mouth and feel it burning up the insides of my nose. “Let's go again!”. I set up my board again and shift my feet position back to ensure this time the board does not nose dive. I throw another thumbs up and feel the boat begin to pull. This time I didn't even make it into the wave as I leaned too hard and lost my balance. This time I feel like I've swallowed the whole lake and maybe a couple fish with it. I come up coughing once again. 

“Third time’s a charm!” My friend says, he swings the boat around towards me. I shut away all the mental blocks holding me back and reassure myself that I will do this. All this mental preparation is cut off by a wave knocking me out of my daze as if telling me it's time to try again. The thought of being able to tell people I know how to surf was my impetus to keep trying. Learning to surf felt like trying to climb Mount Everest(Hyperbole). One final time I get the board ready along with myself. I can do this, I give the thumbs up once more and put together all of the tips I've gathered throughout the process. After a long fight, I look up to finally see myself surfing on the wave. I've finally done it. I'm surfing, and I keep surfing. My negative thoughts can't hold me down anymore.