Essay on dangerous experience
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When I was 7 years old, I was on a motorboat on a deep lake in central North Carolina with my uncle, aunt, cousin and my parents. I don’t recall the name of the lake nor do my parents, and my uncle and cousin have since died. This would have been summer circa 1984.
Anyway, we were enjoying the day, and there was a toggle switch on the boat. My father inquired of my uncle what the switch was for. I think my uncle replied he didn’t know, but he flipped the switch and immediately there was a low, but distinctive BOOM. I instantly smelled gas and saw flames. I was the only occupant wearing a life vest, probably due to my age, and immediately there was shouting and scrambling. The fire engulfed the boat very quickly - I remember my mother trying to push me off the boat into the water, but my life jacket had gotten hung up on a metal piece of the boat as she flipped me over. I remember her screaming for help and I felt the fire briefly touch my leg. It was so hot it didn’t seem real; nothing did. The next thing I knew I was in the water, and I saw my cousin, who could not swim, attempting to hold on to my aunt. She was trying to remain afloat.
There was just a lot of shouting and terror; I remember the boat burning, black acrid smoke choking us, and the boat beginning to sink as it was on fire. Then I remember smelling a lot more gasoline. I recall being pushed roughly under the water and I looked up and saw fire on the water above my head. I was drowning, I couldn’t breathe - then the fire was gone, and my father pushed my body back above the surface. Apparently gasoline has spread across the water and fire on water is a real phenomenon; my father had pushed me under water in order to avoid being burned.
The entire boat sank before a large pontoon boat gathered us up. We were all alive, even my cousin who could not swim. All of the adults had taken turns keeping him afloat between them. I was the only one with a burn, and it was small. 34 years later I can still see the faintest of scars, the size of a quarter, on my left thigh.
By the time the fire department had arrived, the boat was underwater and sinking to the bottom of a North Carolina lake. I guess it’s still there.
To this day I don’t know what that toggle switch was or why the boat burst into flames. The feeling of being held under water by my father as fire rushes on the water overtop us still will flash before me occasionally; I am amazed my father had the foresight to do that during so much panic.
I’m not afraid of boats. I’ve been on many since. I recognize that I could have died that day by fire or by water, but it apparently wasn’t my day to go. It was just one of those almost-tragedies that make you really appreciate life.