My best summer memory is when I jumped off the pier in Charlevoix. Unfortunately, the first time I jumped off, I smacked my finger on the metal ladder. It felt like it was broken, but I let it rest, then I jumped off so many more times. I did one pose after another into the water.
My mom told me to be careful. I tried, but I wasn’t. I went crazy. I jumped forward and backward and to the side. Technically, I jumped any way I could think of. I leaped into the water. I spun into the water and fell into the water. Lastly, I had a great time and my finger felt better.
