WAAAACHY SHACK

            Back in high school I was hanging out with my two friends, Josh and Greg. We were really bored and trying to think of something to do, when we realized Greg owned a canoe and an entrance to the Shenandoah River was only a mile away. We went to his shed and found the canoe that hadn’t been used in quite sometime. We flipped it over and it had spider webs and nests in it. It was gross and needed some cleaning, so we grabbed the hose. Finished cleaning we begin to answer the getting the canoe to the river problem. Greg had a Ford Escort and some rope so we had to tie the canoe with rope through the windows and drive slow. But since the drive was a very short one it wasn’t too bad. After settling the car situation and finally ready to canoe the short trip to the ending point; we paddled. Through the trip since it was a very leisure float, Greg and Josh would shake the canoe furiously until we’d tip over, which pissed me off to no extent. I didn’t want to get soaked. I just wanted a nice fun ride, but being my friends they goofed off and made the trip more of a nuisance for me. When we made it to the park where the car was waiting I was relieved so I could finally go home and take a shower. This wasn’t an exciting trip but memorable to me for the  “wacky shack” that Greg and Josh yelled every time they flipped the canoe over.

            I called Greg up to ask his side of the story and most of it was the same except for these details. He remembered thousands of spiders and ants in the canoe, which made Josh shriek like a girl. He also remembers when him and Josh flipped the canoe onto the car that water got all over it and even on the inside. He also reminded me that I hit my head on a rock from their multiple flips which pissed me off so much that I stopped talking to them until we got on land. Also after one of there flips they container with our snacks floated away.

            I don’t think either of our stories are the “right” version because memories fade and get changed. We both have fragments of the story, but there’s no way of knowing if either of us are 100 percent right because no one videotaped or recorded the event.