Tickfaw River, 10:30 pm
I'm at a friend's ranch in Springfield, Louisiana, they're close friends and wouldn't do anything to get me hurt, and I'm with my best friend, everything will be cool, just jump. I tell this to myself over and over to get myself out of the house. I'm slowly convincing myself and Talia as we put on life vests. They're blue and smell like summer- like sunscreen and bug spray- and we creep down a grass hill to a 15 foot platform. Sweet tea in hand, I continue to repeat this to myself.
Talia and I stop in awe of the enormous river. Being that it's 10:30 at night, we can only hope it's not as murky as it probably is, and that it's not full of annoyed wildlife. By the time I get myself hyped up and ready to climb up a rickety ladder, my four other friends have gone countless times, screaming louder than the alligators that probably live there would like. Without thinking about it, I race up the ladder and drag Talia along; she is not as into it as I am. She complains about her makeup running, and that she's scared. I assure her if there are brain eating amoebas we will die together, she laughs and talks about matching hospital gowns. The guys convince her and we take a few steps back on the top of the tall platform. We're running, I'm taking in all that's around us. Our shrieking, the trees, the water, the stars, the warm summer air and the feeling of no regrets. We splash, hand and hand, into the water as our friends from above backflip and summersault down with us. We scream so loud and laugh for so long. Definitely no regrets.
We make sure there is no water in our ears, mouths, or noses so we don't have any amoebas. Talia and I sit on a float at 10:35 pm and watch our summer end.
Talia and I stop in awe of the enormous river. Being that it's 10:30 at night, we can only hope it's not as murky as it probably is, and that it's not full of annoyed wildlife. By the time I get myself hyped up and ready to climb up a rickety ladder, my four other friends have gone countless times, screaming louder than the alligators that probably live there would like. Without thinking about it, I race up the ladder and drag Talia along; she is not as into it as I am. She complains about her makeup running, and that she's scared. I assure her if there are brain eating amoebas we will die together, she laughs and talks about matching hospital gowns. The guys convince her and we take a few steps back on the top of the tall platform. We're running, I'm taking in all that's around us. Our shrieking, the trees, the water, the stars, the warm summer air and the feeling of no regrets. We splash, hand and hand, into the water as our friends from above backflip and summersault down with us. We scream so loud and laugh for so long. Definitely no regrets.
We make sure there is no water in our ears, mouths, or noses so we don't have any amoebas. Talia and I sit on a float at 10:35 pm and watch our summer end.
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