Last summer, Mr. M kindly surprised Grandma & Grandpa P with this jet ski, in hopes of providing more fun for J as he got bigger. He wasn't quite big enough last summer to enjoy it.While J was ready to roll, as soon as he saw it, Mommy was a lot more nervous. Still my father's daughter, I had complete trust in him taking J out, even if I was scared to death I'd dump it with him on it.
Lucky for me, Grandpa dumped it for me, so I didn't have to worry... J thought it was great & they hadn't even left the dock yet. :)
They were off! Grandma & I held our breath, mine with fear - knowing I was next.
Relaxing every time they made a pass, as J kept wearing the biggest smile I'd seen since introducing him to Mickey & Minnie over Spring Break.
Mommy did bone up & after running a good run on her own, I took J with me & let the jet ski fly. It really made me understand why people who ride motorcycles enjoy them as much as they do. I love being out there. I love sharing the natural sites (geese, trees broken in the tornado, etc) with J.
And possibly, I may have loved it a bit more on my own, when I can really sprout my wings. And yes, that would be how I ended up dumping it, before it could dump me, causing J to nag grandpa they had to rescue Mommy before she died.
And yes, I did even manage to make it back on the jet ski & come ashore all on my own. Very bruised, but also very proud of that fact.
And the tell-tale sign J was done...