Story of a Childhood Memory - 'My Desert Island Adventure'

Essay by AnnaaarHigh School, 10th grade October 2009

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In my experiences that followed this particular adventure, I found that not everything is the same as you see it. I was young, six and a half years old, and back then, I thought I was so grown up. It’s funny how the older we get, the younger we feel we are. But I think six is a pretty reasonable age to enjoy an adventure like this one.

Buying a dinghy doesn’t seem like the most exciting thing in the world – but back then it was, when I would imagine myself as a pirate sailing off and discovering treasures. But my real life adventure that happened in that little yellow dinghy was much more exciting to me than that.

I don’t know exactly why we bought that dinghy in the first place; it aggravated my mum so much. My dad was always one for buying on impulse, and as far as I was concerned, that was an advantage.

To my mother, however, it was a fault, as it was this time, and she was not happy about the purchase. My dad ignored her and decided it was the perfect day for a sea voyage. My brother, being the cautious one (or maybe just didn’t trust Dad’s rowing), stayed in the café with my mum.

The beach was a pretty little one. It was rightly called ‘Woody Bay’ and was tucked away in a little corner of North Devon. I had spent my holidays finding secret rock pools and caves in the jagged rocks sticking out of the sand. This time, however, I seemed to have explored the entire beach and was open to the wide world beyond the waves that splashed my feet. The dinghy was bright yellow, and about the size of a large dinner table. My...