Funniest Childhood Memory
This memory may not qualify for funniest memory from my point of view, but the story always evokes lots of laughter. I can laugh about it now too…sort of:).
My family had a place on the lake that we would camp at much of my early childhood. Both my parents were great water skiers, and we spend a lot of time out on the water on our little Bayliner. Soon it was 7-year old Angie’s turn to learn how to water ski. How hard could it be? The boat pulls you up right? I remember this day clearly. I wanted to make sure I got it exactly right and listened to instructions very closely, and so I did. Every.Single.Word.
I was not able to get up on that first pull, but that wasn’t the “funny” part. In listening to the instructions no one told me that when I fell to let go of the rope. One would think this is common sense, especially since I had watched my parents dozens of times, but when you are a nervous 7-year-old all I could think of was to hang on for dear life. Hang on I did! I was drug behind that boat for what felt like FOREVER! My Dad says he turned the boat around right away, but it felt like an eternity to me. A waterboarding, fast-paced eternity.
Little Angie didn’t feel like trying again for a while. I have tried a couple of times as a teenager and still wasn’t able to get up, but I let go of that rope when I fell like a pro! The moral of the story is to listen to instructions, but don’t put your brain on sleep mode!
As a side note I have a natural instinct to hang on, which really makes no sense. Once I was on the treadmill and went to get water. Forgetting I had left the machine running, I stepped back on fully expecting a stationary belt. Whomp. Yes, I fell on the treadmill but then I kept hanging on to the arm while the belt kept crashing into my torso! So I’m not sure what in me does not let me let go. In the gym, on the water, and in life, I have learned the hard way that it is much easier to let go!