It was a beautiful clear day in late June, not a cloud in sight as the gentle wind brushed through my hair.
“Doing alright over there, little Mac?” Dad yelled from the steering wheel of the boat.
I smiled, giving him a thumbs up, “Of course, I am. Who wouldn't be when their father drives like a grandpa.”
He chuckled, “Oh yeah?” he said, grabbing the throttle and pushing it forward, “How is this for show?”
As the boat increased in speed, I turned my ball cap around and made sure my shades were secured to my face. The once gentle breeze became more of a gust that made the ends of my hair whip around behind me.
I wasn't going to lie; the speed gave me such the rush but definitely in a good way. My dad was gunho crazy for a taste of adventure and I most certainly could see and feel why. I
