Moment in time-Kawau

Jumping off the Pontoon

Splash! Splash! The rough water quivered beneath me “My turn, my turn,” I shouted as I leaped into the shaky, icy, salt water. I could see the thin but fat kayaks with laughing parents sitting inside.
I was as nervous as the lion in the Wizard of Oz (the one with no courage).
After my first, fabulous jump off the wobbly, wooden dancing pontoon I felt so strong and proud. I felt as if I was King Kong, but then... I felt down because everyone else was doing flips and slips and bombs into the cold water. I felt nervous so I carried on with my jumps.
I kept getting wet by the grand, gruesome splashes around me from people bombing into the wavy water. I finally made a decision. I r...r...a...a...n...n up to the end of the pontoon and jumped as high as a monkey reaching for whipping vines. Wee! I shouted as I went in slow motion into the c..c...c..cold water.
I climbed onto the swaying stairs “Brr!” I shivered. I had a refreshing but salty taste in my mouth, a mixture of the salty sea water and the cool and refreshing breeze that ran through my silk, soggy hair and made it sway back and forward. Now I was so confident I would not stop jumping off....
C.S.