Personal Narrative: Rafting Down The Truckee River

Every year, my family on my dad’s side goes rafting down the Truckee river. It has always been a tradition to go to tahoe over the summer, and go rafting one of those days. Over the years, we have had many fond memories, like water fights with water guns, and pushing people into the water. First, we go down to the place to rent the raft, they set up our family with two, and then we go down the river until there is a bend where they take you and your raft out. At the end of the place where you can raft, there is a little grill that we would go to for lunch. One time, when we were rafting, and I think I was about seven or eight year old, we came across a group of people, floating down the river with a keg of beer. Beer is illegal to have on
Back at the house that we were staying at, my grandpa and my cousin, who was mentioned earlier, Joey, were fooling around and somehow is devolved into my grandpa pantsing my cousin. While everyone was laughing and teasing Joey, his mom, my aunt Jill, was plotting her revenge. The next day, as we were going down the river, my aunt was relentlessly shooting my grandpa, but that was only the beginning of her revenge. Once we got to the end of the part where you can raft, we got out and went to the grill for lunch. This was where the revenge really happened. After we had all finished our lunch, my grandpa stood up and was looking at the river, over a table where a family was eating. My aunt snuck up behind him, and forgetting he was only wearing swimming trunks, pantsed him! The rest of the family was standing behind my aunt, so we were able to see the looks of disgust on the family my grandpa was facing’s faces. My grandpa immediately pulled up his trunks, and my aunt, realizing what had happened, immediately began apologizing to the family. Thankfully, the family had a sense of humor and was able to laugh it off (and thankfully didn’t press