Last summer ride
Georgia, 13An overwhelming sensation, icy wind, water spraying, piercing my face. The motor is growling. My grip tightens as a bump threatens me to come closer. We're traveling at top speed. I'm taken by surprise as the speeding vehicle that I'm attached to rounds a sharp corner and I am thrown off the wake. I can feel the colourful inflated balloon bounce below my stomach.
It is high noon. The summer holidays are almost over but I’m not think about the horrors of school, all I can think about is not being engulfed by the waiting river snapping at my feet that dangle off the end of the water biscuit.