A scary memory

A Scary Memory.

On Sunday August 16th,2015, I had called my dad’s ex-brother-n-law and asked if we could go boating.He said these almost exact words,’Yeah, I guess we could go.’ I asked him witch lake can we go to and he said,"We can go to either Chickasha Lake or Lake Burtschi, but the water is really choppy at Lake Burtschi." I said “ Lets go to the Lake Chickasha instead” and he agreed. About 45min later he showed up at my house,and we followed him out to the Lake. When we got there,there was hardly anyone there. My mom and I waited In the van while he got the truck and boat lined up to the water. We all got out, and he told my mom to get in the truck and back it up more(something he hardly does) so she did. After she did that whisked her to help him into the boat. (he had one leg and usually never asked for help) and she helped him into the boat. He tried to start the old boat,but it took a few tries but finally started. He took it out for a spin by himself the came back and picked my mom, my 8 yr old cousin Matthew up,our friend Sandy,and I up. There was only room for 5 of us so Matthew’s dad Kevin stayed on the dock while we went out on the boat. We were out on the water just having fun and splashing each other with the water. After about 15 minutes he said,”Let’s go back to the shore.” so we headed back. Almost 200yrd away from the shore,the boat started taking on water and started to sink. I could feel my heart pounding,fear racing though my body as my back hit the water. After I hit the water and came back up ,I grabbed my mom and my cousin and the seat that my mom had ahold of and started kicking and trying to find my uncle while screaming for help. Kevin yelled for the people near by to call 911 and jumped in and swam 200yrd and grabbed my uncle who had gone into cardiac arrest and was turing colors (heart trouble). He handed him off to a guy who met him half way then came back for us. Well,my mom started slipping under,but I held her up above the water then she she started slipping again and that’s when she hard the rescue boat coming. When the boat got there, I thought I recognized one of the people. I yelled for them to get everyone else on board because they couldn’t swim so they did. I was the last one on the boat and I almost didn’t make it because I was really weak , but my mom got me the rest of the way on. I started crying,but I had to call my dad and tell him what happened. After calling him I asked the one girl what her name was, and I found out that her name Amanda Chapell. She hugged me and we went back to the dock where a police officer told us to stay put and that my uncle had to be rushed ti the hospital. After the police let us go,we took my uncle’s truck to the house where we all changed and then went to the hospital and found out that he was being sent to OU. When they sent him to OU,he died the next day ,which was Monday,August 17th at 1:00P.M. from his heart going out on him. To this day when I close my eyes, I have major flash backs on what happened.



I had written this before I posted it on writterscafe because my teacher had me write it for a school paper and I made an A+ on the paper and at the end of th paper she wrote,”That was a terrible,scary and sad experience”!