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Along For the Ride
ALONG FOR THE RIDE We race through streams of mud, looking like bank bandits, our bandanas fastened around mouth and nose. Open-air vehicles, look like skeletons, and the roar of its engine leaves no room for conversation. But I exult in each bump, thinking the best splash is this one, no this one, not even close. My mind on the excitement and joy my husband feels, his adventurous heart stirs mine. Not always so, but he has elevated me - I hold his hand on mountain peaks. One first ride — the banana boat, yellow and with mischievous eyes, carrying youthful passengers with brunette and blond innocence. They ask the guides if there are any sharks. They chuckle saying, “Of course! We are in open ocean.” So our ride begins, and we bounce, spin, faster and faster until they purposely throw us out of the boat, and I no Spring chicken. My body contorts and I’m afraid I might have hurt my back. I glare at my husband — the kill shot. Twice more our guides toss us out. By the third time I’m resigned to the fact and have gotten over my terror. And you see, I never gave the sharks a thought. 6/4/2019
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