There’s nothing I enjoy more than summer break. Every year, my family goes tubing at the lake with our friends, since they have a boat and we don’t.
I put on my bathing suit, grabbed a towel and ski goggles (they were the closest thing I could find to regular goggles), then hopped in the car. I lost my other pair of goggles last year when we pulled out of the driveway. That’s when I realized that I had left them on the hood of the car. Too late. Anyway, my family soon followed me to the car. Dad had on dark sunglasses and carried beach chairs. My mom had the lunch cooler and my brother carried pool toys. They piled in and we were off!
I started the car ride with some of my hilarious jokes. “Knock knock!” I said.
“Here we go again,” Dad muttered to Mom.
“Knock knock!” I repeated louder.
“Who’s there?” my mom asked.
“Ash!”
“Ash who?”
“Gesundheit!” I said, laughing. My parents didn’t have a sense of humor, because no one laughed. After three rounds of jokes and a few forced chuckles, I resorted to singing “Old MacDonald” a full 427 times. Before I knew it, and to the relief of my parents and brother, we arrived at the lake.
We put on sunscreen and waded toward the boat. My brother and I strapped on life vests and hopped on the tubes. The boat started. Soon my brother and I were racing over wave after wave. My brother looked at me and grinned his evil yet annoying, I-am-going-to-do-something-to-make-your-life-miserable grin. He leaned as hard as he could to the left and started racing toward me. His tube hit mine and I flew off, coming down hard in one of my professional belly flops.
Apparently no one saw me flying, because when I bobbed up again, the boat was ahead, making laps around the lake. I bobbed for a few more minutes until the boat turned around and picked me up. Safely aboard, I dried off and found my little brother sitting on one of the seats.
“It’s OK, little bro, I forgive you. Accidents happen to everyone!” I said.
He stared at me for a few seconds, and then said, “What accident? I meant to bump into you. Besides, you needed a bath anyway.”
It was my turn to stare at him. “Really?” I said, sniffing myself. “Wow! You’re right! Thanks again!”
He rolled his eyes and walked away.
“See, you really can be thoughtful!” I yelled, smiling.
We went tubing several more times that day, but there was just one problem: Ski goggles don’t keep out water.
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