Personal Narrative: My Love Of Water

Being in a boat is a place of comfort for me. I love being out on the water, pushing all my troubles aside and focusing on one thing, rowing. In the water near the Port of Redwood City is where I spend countless hours a week. I began rowing about a year ago and at the time, being out on the water used to be an unfamiliar environment for me. I remember my first ever practice on the water, I almost panicked as being encircled by water made me uneasy. Since then, I have grown to love to water and to feel contented while on it. Every practice starts with pushing the boat off the gray inflatable docks and leaving all of my stresses and worries behind. As we begin rowing down a narrow strait, the boathouse slowly fades away into the distance as our surroundings become sloughs on each side of the strait. After a few hundred yards of the narrow strait, the channel begins to open wider and the water gets rougher. The slough slowly develops into
However, this time we are in the open water. When we first reach the open water, it is beautiful as there is nature all around and I feel completely secluded and disconnected from everybody except my teammates and coach. All that is around me is the caliginous water surrounded by the gigantic reeds that I cannot see over. Eventually, after turning yet another corner, I am finally on the Port of Redwood City. Contradicting environments surround the long stretch of water. To my right, I see the unkempt reeds and hundreds of wader birds while to my left there is the industrial port. Much of the time, there are colossal cargo ships with “CHINA” or “JAPAN” stamped on them. These ships are absolutely stunning up close. They are extremely long and gigantic in stature. Behind these amazing ships, there are enormous concrete cylinders puffing out white smoke and gargantuan piles of rocks that tower to be taller than a