Narrative Essay: The Day Of A Serious Day In Ardeche

It was a sunny day in Ardeche. The temperature was about 16 degrees celsius. Tuesday September 12th might seem like a lovely day to you, but if you knew what was going to happen later today that day, you would not exactly describe it as lovely. Today was the day I was going to spend on the river. I got into my yellow and green fresh looking canoe with a guy called Even. I changed partners many times, as we practiced doing a couple of different things with the canoe including 360s and speed paddling. Everybody were having a great time. However, what no one knew, was that it was time for this to change drastically.

Everyone got out of the canoes to take a break. The group leader told everyone to gather around in a circle. She said nine
I paddled for a few kilometers. Everybody seemed to be thinking about their own things because no one really said anything. I wondered if they were as frightened as me. I wondered how they were feeling. I wondered if they were some cheerful, comfortable, canoers or if they were as terrified, trembling, and troubled as me. I could feel the wind to my ear. It was getting slightly colder because the clouds were starting to cover the
I was trying to keep my head clear and not overthink this. Yes, I was frightened but I knew I could get through the rapid without anything extremely bad happening if I managed to concentrate. Right? I could make it through right? I wasn’t sure. I saw the canoes, lying there as if everything was perfect. I got into a canoe with one of my friends and we prepared ourselves for the rapid. But no… the group leader walked up to me, and told me to go with a random girl I had never talked to and not even seen before. Why always me? Just why? Nothing was right! My stomach. My head. Nothing worked properly. My feet felt like they were going to collapse right under me. My fear of the gigantic rapid, and now this as well - I had to go in the same canoe as someone I didn’t know who was. The group leader pushed our boats out into the river, got into her own boat and we all started paddling towards the huge, colossal, gigantic, massive rapid. It was everybody’s fear. Now we had to stand up against our biggest fear. We had to be brave. I saw two of my friends go down the start of the rapid and quickly disappear in the distance. I wondered what had happened to them. I wondered if they had flipped their canoe, or crashed into some rocks, or maybe if they were lucky, nothing had happened to them. Well, I didn't have much time to think before our leader shouted “GO ON! It´s your turn”! I guess this was the moment of truth. We paddled slowly towards