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I adopted a cute lil' death fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

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Okay, so my dad thought it would be fun to go out on Lake Ontario for a nice boat ride. My mom didn't feel like going, so she convinced me to go, so my dad wouldn't feel lonely. I grabbed my iPod and hopped into the truck. This is where it all goes wrong...

We get there to a stormy looking lake, the water's an inky black pool of death. Regardless, we pushed the boat into the water and started the engine, heading towards Port Dalhousie... which, by the way, is about an hour boat ride in ideal conditions. These weren't ideal. We ended up battling swells that were six feet high, and the boat isn't completely finished; meaning there's only one seat. And we all know who was sitting in it... my dad. It wasn't comfortable for him though, because he got sprayed by every wave.

Anyway, we almost get to the Port when I say to him, maybe we should turn around. He takes my advice and we start heading back to the marina. But the thing is, it was worse going back; the wind was in our faces, the swells getting bigger as the sun started to set. It was all lovely and such, the water was like a beast, a machine with a pulse of its own. While the sun was still up, the molten feel of it was almost intoxicating. It truly inspired me just by watching it; each swell would turn back on itself, folding over in a delicate dance that held my gaze.

Anyhow, I'm sitting in the front of the boat holding on to the sides for dear life. Several times we were ten feet in the air, and I had to stand in order to soften the fall when we eventually hit the water again. What an experience. I was wet, cold, sore, and very scared. It got dark, we couldn't see anything, and the swells were getting bigger. No sweat, we pulled into the marina, safe and whole. However I knew I wouldn't be able to walk: my legs were shaking from taking the brunt of the slamming. I was right, and my dad had to help me into the truck, where I felt sick to my stomach the whole ride home.

It's the day after, and every muscle from my lower back to my knees is pulled. I can't walk properly, and I can't bend over or sit for too long. Every time I get up, or try to, I groan and grit my teeth. It's not very nice. We were out there for two hours >_0.

The moral of the story is: Check the forecast before going on the water.

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