I felt kind of like Chuck Noland as I floated out to sea on my little paddleboard raft, except I had no Wilson and it certainly wasn't a deserted island behind me. Still, it felt so peaceful to just lay there and drift. Whenever I got bored I just stood up and paddled back to my friends.
I felt like quite the professional, but I probably looked anything but. Whenever a boat went by, it created little ripples that felt like giant waves underneath my flimsy board. I didn't fall off though! Quite proud of that.
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