Friday 11 November 2016

river recount

River Recount

Just another day, another bike ride. 2 years ago I was on my bike riding with one of my best friends (Pearl). We had just been playing at the park in Te Awanga and were heading back towards the campsite that my friend charlie’s grandpa owns. It was so cold that day, that I couldn't help tuck my fingers tightly away into the sleeves. We could hear the crashing waves beside us. We were planning on going to a hut that my dad showed me a couple of years ago. After all we were freezing, exhausted, and very much bored.

Over the small bridge to the sand, we hopped off our bikes. We pushed them up to a large ragged log lying on the ground as we realised that the river crossing right over into the sea. So we couldn't take them with us. The chance of them getting stolen obviously didn't occur to us (after all we were only year 5s)

We started to panic a little as we had no clue how we would cross. There seemed to be some teenage boys hanging on either side of the river which made this situation even worse. They could see that Pearl and I wanted to cross over and they were excited to see us try. For a second Pearl and I looked at each there and thought (are we really going to do this) But that didn't stop us! We took our sneakers and socks off and leaned them against the log. The river was so ruff it was terrifying. The motion of the river was in waves so when one past that would be the best time to run across.

3, 2, 1, go!! We ran down the slope into the freezing water. It was so hard to keep you balance as the fast water was pushing you to the side. We got around to the middle of the lake and we started to panick. We could see the next wave coming and we new we wouldn't make it to the other side in time for it to pass.
The teenage boys were staring and started to giggle.   Just before the wave hit us we tried to jump but we both slipped on the slippery rocks and fell to the ground drenched in our wet clothes. At that second of course the boys couldn't stop laughing. But we picked ourselves up and walked across to the other side, back onto the sand.
Shivering like a fly does when you spray it with fly killer, we fell to the sand. Looked at eachother with relief. Burst out laughing.

The End.



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