Journal+2-+Sneeze

I watched tentatively, watching my brother's every move, unaware of how cold it was in the Susquehanna. He rode the standup Jetski up to the dock, and started coaching me on the controls. "This is the throttle, this is the start button, and this is the button that will cut the engine..." "I know," I said interrupting him. I'd ridden the same Jetski, just the summer before. The only thing that was different? I was decked out in a full body wetsuit and life-jacket, shivering from head to toe, despite the fact I hadn't even entered the water. It was early March, and the temperature had just peaked at 50 degrees, yet the river was way colder. I carefully stepped into the river, but quickly jumped back. "Oh my god!!! the water is freezing! how can you stand it?" "Just walk in slowly, up to your waist." my brother said "What about hypothermia? the common cold? frostbite?" I said. "Are you going in or not?" about making the plunge into the river. "Just be careful and don't fall in!" he said, getting annoyed from my indecision. "I guess," still cautious and weary I slowly walked into the river, all the while my teeth started chattering. I rode the standup jetski out of the harbor, thinking all the while, "I could be home right now, instead of freezing my butt off." I sped up, getting ready to stand up, following my brother's instructions. All of a sudden a wave come up, threatening to tip the jetski I was on. I began tipping over precariously, I panicked, lunged to the other side, but nothing stopped me from plunging into the icy river.