My Natural High.

It takes one idea to create one fixating story that everyone is just awed at. But the problem is, which idea do you choose? In english class, Mr. Watson told us about this Thousand and One Flat World Tales Project. We are supposed to come up with a family story to tell.

There are so many family stories that I know are somewhere in my mind and memory, but I can't seem to spark them into clear memory. There are my uncles, aunties, granparents, and cousins. There are my parents, but I can't seem to think of a story that would stand out from everything else.

After 5 minutes of pestering my father while he was attempting to watch some golf on the television, I have an idea. The basic idea has to do with my best friend, my mother, myself, and a couple of strangers. The place was Disneyland, the Grizzly Bear Rapids.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked. It was eight o' clock in the summer, but the day was chilly, with gusty winds blowing about. I was staring at this huge rocky peak shaped like a bear, the mist from rushing water surrounding the air everywhere, damp clung to my skin. The sun was just peaking out from a cloud and the sky was a blue tint. Everything seemed to be assuring me, Alex and my mother, the sky, the somewhat soothing sound of water rapids. "Everything was going to be alright. Just Relax," I thought to myself. And I did.

"GRRRRING" the sound of motors working in a fluid motion,round and round, again, as our raft flew to the top of the track, I was immediately thrust into reality, I was going to die from shock. This steep incline, I was going to have to drop, that far. I looked down. Oh my God. From that hieght, I would have to fly down, time for some Hail Marys and Our Fathers. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave the handlebars on the raft a deathgrip. How could I let my mother and best friend persuade me to go on a raft ride, in early morning! I must be out of my senses! And there were screams that could be heard from just about anywhere in the park coming from that ride. Oh boy. The raft was turning, sloshing around in the roaring waters. This wasn't that bad. It was quite fun.

SPLASH. I guess not. I has just gotten my whole shirt soaked. From one wall of water. Now I was frezing cold. Then then was a big drop coming up. I looked ahead and saw the water at the bottom, gushing around, seemingly evilly frolicking, beckoning us closer as to get us wet. No! I wanted to turn the raft depserately around and back into the direction it came in. Too late now, gravity had taken its toll.

For the few seconds I was falling, it felt as though my body was suspended into midair, time was in slow motion. This was a great feeling, release, relax, enjoy. Screaming just made the sense of complete freedom complete. And then we crashed into the water, spraying everywhere. The moment was over, my natural high. Everyone was soaking wet, but I was estatic from that.

"Can I go again?"


This is my first draft. It is very raw and unorgainized. So, let me know what you think. I really have to change it around. I'll probably edit it later today.