Personal Narrative: Standing Up

That time I was younger, littler, but stronger than now. At that time I could fall down as many time possible, but in the next second I would be standing again. Is strange how people grow up, but can become weaker than before, that day I could almost die with that deep blue in my vision but right after standup again and repeat the same thing. My family always made road trip in the final of year to South beaches. The car was always our purple Ford Ká, bags always were in the foot place, at that time I and my brother were too small so we only slept on the bags we just put our head in the bags and looked to the car’s back window to fall asleep. My father was always driving and my mother looking at us to see if everything was alright. Two things

On the first day we went to a lake, we learned how to put the surf clothes and trained how to stand up in the surfboard. In the sand making a line all the students was training how to jump. The thing I remember most of this day “Don’t stand in your knees before standing up!”. After train stopped, the instructors carried our surfboards with us lying on top to the middle of the lake and pushed in the water, with the impulse we trained how to stand in the board in movement. I was very afraid to stand, every time you fall you can sense the cold water and the impact, and the salt in your mouth and nose, is terrible. Otherwise, more than afraid I wanted to learn. I felt down and was standing again, this circle repeated 7 times until I stand for 5 seconds, after this I was becoming better and better. That day ended With the experience of how to stand in a

Since we were going surf we needed to get the surfboards and surf clothes in the loan place and go to the other side of the beach to be far from the people in the beach. The surfboards we used were the boards for beginners, they were huge, one of the instructors carried my board and I helped my brother with his. We started using what we learned in the lake, to stand in the waves are easier than with just impulse, but more scary, after all if fall there is sand and was shallow. The rain didn’t help at all was difficult to stand and the waves seem bigger than they really were. After a long time practicing and with the instructors help, I could surf. The “Captain”, or main professor, arrived only at noon, everyone was standing and surfing when he arrived. As everyone was ready, the take us to the deep part of the ocean to get the biggest waves. The waves wasn’t crashing there, the rain stopped and everywhere you look was a blue water. The beach now was far away I could see my mother but just as a point and further we went the wind was becoming colder. The captain stopped and turned to me “you know how to swim?” with this question he pushed my surfboard away. I caught my board again, I was scary, he just said “It was just to have certain that you can swim”. He did this only with me, I was the one they took more cary about, I had 8 years, but looked like 5 so everyone was always looking at me in that ocean. My