Waterskiing is probably my most favorite thing in the world to do. I've been skiing since I was 4 or so. I can still remember what it was like my first time. I had little wooden skis that tied together. My mom held me in the right position while my dad waited for the signal to take off on the boat. I just popped right up and buzzed around the lake. As I got older (taller) it got a little harder (farther to fall), but I honestly live for skiing. I learned to drop a ski (and just go on one) when I was 12 and then next summer I learned to slalom (get up on one ski).
     I don't think I've wiped out skiing for, probably, close to eight years. I know everyone has off days, and I am definitely no master skiier. However, I always ski with my sunglasses on. People make fun of me for being cocky skiing in shades, but I've never, in all my 23 years of going to the lake, I've never, ever, lost a pair of sunglasses even while wearing them to ski.
     Well, like I said, everyone has off days. Yesterday, wearing my shades and Husker bikini, I popped right up on my slalom ski and was buzzing around the lake, zipping in and out of the wake, no big deal. I skied for 20 minutes or so, took a 40 minute lay out/nap/read break then went back out. Same thing--cruising, having a great time. Then we hit a rough patch, normally, no big deal. My mind was off in some day dream about impressing some dude with my skiing skills (this is not why I fell. I spend my life in a constant day dream. I am a storyteller, day dreaming is my life) and WHAM! I totally ate it. Lost my shades, my ski, my dignity and my swim suit bottoms. The bottoms literally ripped right off my butt. Luckily, I grabbed them before they sank. Not so lucky with the shades.
     My dad pulled the boat around and I held up my ripped-at-the-seam bottoms. I told him I'd swim to shore. He kindly drove to the other side of the lake to "check something" while I did my swim of shame.