Summer Vacation

This summer, in between baseball and football, I took a week off and went to sunny Florida on a vacation. I went to visit a friend of the family, Bart. The only difference between this vacation and any other vacation I have taken is that this time I was traveling alone. It was my first solo expedition; in the airport, on the plane, picking up a connecting flight in Philadelphia, it was exciting. I met Bart outside of Tampa Bay International Airport and we took off in his new corvette. I knew from the moment I got in the car that this trip was going to be great, an entire week of eating out and living the good life.
To start my vacation off, Bart had made plans with a friend of his to spend a day on the beach, cruising around on her wave-runner. After almost not being able to get the wave-runner started, we took it out to an island off shore. That’s where they gave me the reins and I took her out on the open water. I opened it up to full speed, the wind in my hair, salt water sp...