Lying back in my bed I wondered if there was any chance of me getting onto that speedboat, I could still see it bobbing up and down with the waves. Ever since I had been seven I had wanted to have a go on that speedboat but someone or something had always obscured it from my gaping eyes. Nothing could take that away from me now, the whole purpose of our trip had been to ride on that super fast boat. This day was no exception to the days before it. A huge bolt of disappointment hit me full on and made me feel, miserable as I was told the weather was too bad for us to use that speedboat.

Awoken the next day by the streams of sunlight flowing through the window I was excited at the prospect of what this day held in store for me. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity my uncle awoke and we bundled into the car and made our way to the sea front. Jumping onto the speedboat I was rearing to go. The engine started with a roar and we where off! It was a sensation I had nev

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