It was a bright and sunny day and I was at the beach with my Jet Ski-loving dad. It was summertime. My dad put my life jacket on, and we got on the new green, white an purple Jet Ski.
We went into the ocean, doing circles, and we went farther, to a little island. My dad slowed down because he thought he could do a trick. And we flipped over head first into the water. We kept holding on to the Jet Ski and it just tipped over on top of us.
Then it went underwater and I came back up. My dad tried to put me on the Jet Ski first and then he tried to get on, but it flipped over again.
Then he got on first and put me on next and it didn't flip over again.
I was scared that I might go all the way under and not come up and my life jacket would come off. I was scared of sharks and jellyfish and blowfish and everything.
I thought my dad had probably drowned or something.
We drove slowly back to the shore. I got seasick.
My mom yelled at my dad. She said, "What did you do to my daughter?" He was scared to go home. But everything was okay and we all went home together.
THE END