
The sun beamed down on the gleaming water below. Another day at the lake. My friends Jim, Amy, and Charlie set up the wakeboards, and we took the boat out of the dock for a day of fun. I was the driver of the boat, and responsible for the passengers and the wake boarders. First up, was Jim, who caught an enormous amount of air his first jump, but crashed into the cold water. Next was Amy, who ended up with the same fate. “The water is too choppy,” Charlie said, “let’s go to the north side of the lake, the water should be smoother there.” “No way!” I exclaimed. “The lake is 182 miles around we could get lost, or sink...