The Water-Skier

(written at age 12)

My neighbor asked me if I wanted to go water-skiing. We spend our summers at a large lake in the Minnesota resort area, and water-skiing is a great thing for anybody my age.

My friend was steering the boat with the throttle wide open. I'd forgotten how great a speed a ninety-horsepower engine was capable of. The wake behind the speedboat was so big, and I was managing well, but as we were coming to shore, I suddenly realized I was coming in much too fast. I tried to remember the truths that I'd learned in Sunday School. Almost at the same time, I attempted to fall straight back and instead stumbled in the sand. I flew into the dock!

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June 20, 1977
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