I’ve kayaked since I was a little kid. I love it. Gliding through the water is calming, and I imagine myself a buccaneer.
I live close to several islands, and I feel intrepid- In my head, I see myself finding and burying treasure. I’ll discover things people don’t want others to know about, and make a daring escape.
When I was a child, one time, a friend and I explored around an operating lighthouse late at night. Before then, we were exposed to a beautiful sunset, and when you ran your hands through the water, it shimmered.
That night was magical. My muscles ached, we had no idea where we were, and we had run out of water. Despite this, I felt present and a little scared. At one point, we contemplated camping out on the beach before trying to find our way back.
Because I lacked the foresight to wear a shirt, I felt the sun heating up my shoulders, my greasy skin beginning to fry like less tempting bacon. I love that I’ve made these mistakes, because they make it easy to remember the details.
The feeling of adventure, and not being sure what to do next is exhilarating. I hope that my life continues to remain exciting.