Never Good Enough

Jennifer Wharton
CAVA KG
Peter Bertelsen
10/7/09

      As I got off the ski lift, I stumbled and almost fell as my dad got off perfectly and grabbed me at the same time. I was bad at this sport while he was executing everything perfectly and helping me get down the down the hill to boot. As I watched my dad swoop down the hill I couldn’t help but think that he was better at this sport. I would never have an area where I would be the best.
That had been last winter. Now we were on our boat in Lake Tahoe. It was a beautiful day. The lake was as blue as ever. It looked like a painting it was so pretty. That winter we had bought a wakeboard. Now I was thinking of using it. I was reluctant to do so because I was afraid of failing again. I was afraid of not being able to do well in another area.
I decided to try to wakeboard because I had to try. I had to try because I wanted to have a sport where I was the best. As I slid into the water my body went numb. “Oh this is cold. I’m freezing! Can we please hurry this up?” My body was so cold because all the water in Lake Tahoe was runoff from the snow. On the first run I didn’t even get up. I fell flat on my face at the beginning. As I floated in the water waiting in the water waiting for my dad to bring the rope back to me, I felt the feeling that I had failed again. I felt that I would never find my own sport.
Even though I had feelings of failure, I felt like this was something that I could be really good at and that made me go again. This time I stayed up. I was so amazed that I almost fell. I managed to catch myself though. I felt a sigh of relief escape my lips and it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I had finally found a sport where I was better at it than anyone in my family. I had finally found a place that I could call my domain. I wouldn’t always feel bad when I didn’t do well in something. I would always have something to come back to.
      Just then I was jolted back to...