My family and I traveled to Nevada once. One day we
were lucky enough to go boating on Lake
Tahoe and my sons were very excited
about our upcoming excursion. Once we got out on the water it
was beautiful and
amazing and suddenly very windy. We were caught up in swells that were coming
over the front of our boat. All of us were a little nervous, except for my son
Drew. We were being
tossed about as if we were the S.S. Minnow but Drew had his
hands in the air as if he were on an
exciting roller coaster ride. His twin
brother on the other hand was holding on for dear life with both
hands telling
me he feels sick. I tell him it’s okay because I feel like vomiting, too. Adam
also tells
me that I need to make Drew hold on a little better because he is
worried about him. Ah, love. When
we are able to make it back to the dock and
get our feet on dry, unmoving land I started to feel a little
better. Adam does
not feel any better, not until he does vomit over the side of the dock. He and
I take
our sea-sickness pills, the ones I forgot in our van as we embarked on
our thrill ride of the lake, and I
hope this will help us even though it is
after the fact. Drew wants to get a boat now; Adam has no
desire to ever boat
again in his entire life. It’s our differences that make us interesting.
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