Sight: The boat, the wake, the rope pulling us over the water. My sister smiling as I scream for dear life.
Taste: Lake water. And the remnants of a nutty bar I pulled from the snack cabinet.
Smell: Lake water. Again, this time up my nose.
Touch: The tube handles as I dig my finger nails in and don't dare let go.
Hear: My sister laughing, the roar of the water, threatening that if I fall in, it won't release me.
That 6th sense: I love my sister<3
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