Writing Club - My Day at the Pond

My Day at the Pond

Well, you’re probably wondering why I’m sitting here in the car crying with nothing but a blanket on, right? I’ll explain. Let me go back to last week first. Last week I was “the Queen” -- the Queen of “High Adventure” (at Lutherlyn’s program for homeschoolers) that is. All the boys had to keep up with me! I was the first to climb the chimney twice; I was the first to get to the zip line by working my way over a thin piece of wire tied between two huge trees, 50 feet in the air, by hanging onto ropes. I was the Queen, and all the boys had to keep up with Ms. High Adventure! Well, this same group of boys went on this Pond and Marsh Study today. I wasn’t originally signed up for this, but I had no choice when my mother mixed up the day of the Ceramics course with the Pond and Marsh Study. So, here I was tired after hours of soccer the night before, in brand new pants, on my way down to the pond to look for water bugs!

After I had been down at the pond for awhile and had given up on the docks and other places where the boys had stood and found various specimens, I visually examined the small, grassy bank between the reeds. It looked safe – very much the same as another place I had already stood on. To be certain, though, I tested it by stepping out lightly with one foot and gradually adding some weight. Sensing it was fine, I brought my other foot forward. I hadn’t wanted to participate in this Pond Study, but I had to admit I was having fun, a little. I was the only one to not yet scoop up anything living, though. Others had found little snails, flat worms, minnows, and tadpoles. I wanted to catch something as big as a fish, something that nobody else had found yet. I bent down to dip my container in the water, but, just as I did, I felt the bank give way. I was wobbling and trying to stay ashore, but I knew I was going in no matter what. I felt as though I was going to sommersault head first into the dirty, scummy pond water. Therefore, instead, I jumped! I got soaking wet: pants, hoody, shoes, socks, everything! So, now I’m not the Queen, I’m the cluts. I cannot comprehend how I, the soccer player and elite athlete, could fall into a pond. It was so unlike me! How could I fall into a pond? This is one of those things that happen to every one else!

So, now I’m sitting in the car hearing how this will make a great writing club piece. I hope you have enjoyed “My Day at the Pond.”