ADSR AAM challenge 3

Journaling says:
When I was 18, I went white water rafting for the first time. We enjoyed it so much, we went back a few months later and then again the following spring, all to the same river. After that we decided it was time to try a bigger river so we headed for the New River in West Virginia. The weather was beautiful and we were excited to finally trying rafting with a guide in the boat (which makes life so much easier). We had an odd number of people in our boat so someone had to sit in the back with the guide. After lunch, I decided I was tired of paddling and that should be me. A little way down the river, we reached a big rapid and the guide told me there was going to be a spot coming up where the back end of the boat would flip forward and when he told me to get down, I needed to drop onto the floor of the boat to avoid being smashed face first into the cooler we had in the raft. We started through the rapid and he yelled at me to get down and promptly dropped to the floor. Unfortunately, the girl in front of me didn’t pay attention to the 2 main rules of rafting, which are “always keep your paddle in the water” and “always keep you rhand on the T grip”, and she took a huge stabbing stroke at the water with the T grip uncovered. She swung back as I leaned forward to get down and solidly connected with the left side of my face, just above my eye. I spent the rest of the rapid huddled on the bottom of the boat with my hands holding head, sure it going to split open. At the end of the rapid, the guide asked if I had hit the cooler and I told him “no, the T grip” and he peeled my hand away to check my injury. Until that point, I had been calm, if hurting. Then he says to me “stay calm, don’t panic, you just split your eye a bit” to which I responded by leaping to my feet (no small trick in a raft) and screaming “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I SPLIT MY EYE”. What he meant was that I cut my eye lid and had blood streaming down my face. My dad, who is pretty aloof most of the time, started scrambling for the back of the boat, knocking people out of the way, which caused me to freak out even more because that was so unlike him. Once he got to the back of the boat, he said “sit down, I have GOT to get a picture of this”. Ah, there’s the Dad I know. The first aid kit was lacking and I ended up with a bandaid and a warning to keep my face dry (again, quite a trick in a boat). I made it back with no further injury (although my dad was nearly injured by my mom when he told her about my injury) and I refused to go to the hospital because I knew they would give me stitches and I was so not going there. Now, I have a pretty scar and a bump on my nose to show for my adventures in rafting.


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