On my tenth birthday, my mom and her husband, Duane, took me to Clear Lake. By that time we were still living in California, and we had bought an RV, and rented jetskIis. This was the first time we got to use the RV, it just so happened to be my birthday. We spent hours driving there, but I don't remember how many because I was sleep the whole ride there. As soon as we got there, we checked in our RV, and took a tour of the place. We got to see the rooms they rented there and I took a picture of the lake off the balcony. They were really nice and I wanted to stay in one but we had the RV and the rooms were too expensive anyways. I was still tired of riding and they were tired of driving so on the first day we took naps. In the morning, my mom made us all breakfast and decided it was a nice enough day to try out the jetskiis. So we rented knee pads and life vests. Duane drove one by himself and I rode with my mom. I was somewhat skeptical about riding with her because she already drives crazy on the road, I couldn't imagine her driving on water. And she didn't even know how to swim. At first it was fun and we were racing each other until the impossible happened. Our jetski cut off and we flipped over. She was terrified, which I thought was stupid because we had life vests on. Duane went to find someone with a boat because all three of us couldn't fit on one jetski. He had to have found the guy with the nicest boat I had ever seen. It was beneath a yacht, but it was up there. The guy was really nice he gave us chips and sodas and drove us to the office so someone could go get the jetski out of the water and see what was wrong with it. Duane went back to ride, but we didn't want to. We took showers and made dinner. The next morning, we woke up early to go fishing. Of course we had to rent a boat. I caught three catfish and a bass. My mom didn't catch anything, and Duane caught four catfish. We only needed the three catfish I had caught for lunch and we gave the rest away. My mom was too chicken to gut the fish, so we had to ask another family to do it for us. But it was kind of nasty to watch, and it smelled horribly. They took pictures of me in the boat after I caught my fish, but my hair looked crazy, I'm too embarrassed to show it. The rest of the day, we just shopped around and explored the lake before we departed the next day; well around four in the morning. Although it seems as if that was a crazy road trip, it was actually really fun and I wish I could have had the chance to go again before I left California, because there is no water in Georgia aside from swamps and rivers; and there are no camping sites that I have heard of. Clear Lake has taught me to live life to the fullest. Despite any fears I may have had, if I didn't get onn the jetski with my mom, yeah I never would have fell in the water and my life wouldn't have flashed before my eyes, but once I fell in the water, I wasn't afraid anymore. It's kind of like free falling, or sky diving. You will never feel the joys of doing it if you never overcome your fears. I also learned that camping makes families appreciate each other.
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