How I Spent My Summer Vacation,
by Max L.

Mrs. Jones, 5th Grade, Wichita Elementary


I apologize for being late handing in this homework, but my Dad and Mom grounded me for a long time after I started writing this. I'll tell you why later.

My Dad took me to Sausalito while we were all on vacation in California a few weeks ago so that he could go out and "mess with the boats" he said. My Dad said the race was called the " IACCSF Il Moro Cup" or something, but my Dad says a lot of things like that. He left me at the Sausalito Yacht Club and told me to watch TV and stay out of trouble. He also said that if I "could score some free lunch, that would be a big plus". I don't know what that meant, but I did get lunch when one of the ladies saw me and gave me a sandwich so that I would stop kicking her dog. It was a good sandwich, but her dog was really, really ugly and mean, so I kicked it again when the lady wasn't looking.

When I got bored I went back to the car my Dad rented and looked around for stuff to do. The car window was still busted from when Mom backed the car into the tree at Disneyland, and I found my Dad's camera and kind of borrowed it for awhile.

These are some guys at a meeting at the yacht club. I think they are all named "Skipper" or something, except one guy who is named Roberto and another named John. Whatever. Anyway, I kind of snuck on a boat to look around and climbed into a really neat door in the back and no one saw me. They did find me later and got mad and yelled a lot. They kept yelling all day, but not at me. Mostly at each other and at the other boats. They REALLY yelled at a boat with a bunch of flags. I think yacht racing is mostly about yelling a lot. This is Mike and Roberto. Mike is kind of like my Dad when my Mom is driving. He sat behind Roberto the whole time and told him how to drive the boat. Roberto didn't get too mad like my Mom does. This is a picture of a boat from Italy and another boat that some people said used to belong to a guy named "Dennis the Menace". I didn't believe them. This is a boat owned by some rich guy. They made the guy on the front stay there a lot. I think it was because he yelled more than the other guys and they didn't want him back where they were. It didn't work too good because he kept yelling anyway. I think he yelled because he was getting wet.
This is the rich guy driving his boat. If I were rich I'd make sure I got to drive, too. All the boats were trying to hit each other for a few minutes until one guy got really mad and shot a gun in the air. I think he was just trying to scare everybody. It worked because all the boats went in different directions after that. This is another picture of the black boat. The sails must have been really old, because they were all yellow or gray and dirty looking, like my crazy uncle Carl's teeth. My Mom says uncle Carl's teeth need a lot of roots in the canals. I don't know what that means. The rich guy's boat leaned over a lot more than the other boats. I think he should hire more fat guys like my uncle Carl. Ha Ha Ha! (That's a joke) I don't think these guys really liked racing because
whenever they got close to each other and one was winning the other guy would stop racing and turn the other way like the boat I was on just did.
I wanted to take a picture of San Francisco but the boats got in the way. Sorry.
After the rich guy tried to hit us, we tried to hit him back, but we missed. I don't think we tried hard enough. It would have been cool. This is that Dennis the Menace boat again with the crummy-looking sails. I think if they had better sails they would have
beaten us, but they didn't.
This was the really crazy part. When the race started everyone was trying to keep the boats from tipping over, so they moved from one side to the other, but it didn't work. I wondered why they didn't just sit in the middle to keep them straight. I was right because this boat is
kinda straight after they moved to the middle.
This is a picture of Roberto when he was trying to hit the other boat again. He missed again. I think Mike knew someone on another boat, because he kept pointing the other way and yelling at Roberto, but Roberto didn't hear him and kept going this way.
This is a picture of Mike smiling at me because I just told him that I found a box of sandwiches. This is a picture of the Dennis boat trying to hit the New Zealand boat, which is trying to hit OUR boat! I think the boats don't really belong to the guys who are driving them or they would stop driving
them like my Mom and Dad drive the car they rented.
This is the New Zealand boat. If I wrote my name that big on something my Dad would battle my butt. The guy on the New Zealand boat is chicken because he's running
away before they hit the boat from Italy but they missed again.
This is a picture of the boat I was on after I pulled on a rope until it didn't pull anymore. They yelled a lot and made me get off
for awhile. That was no fair because after I got kicked off they let a guy
climb all the way up the mast.
I don't know what this guy was doing. I think he was
just showing off.
Part of San Francisco is behind this boat. The SAME BOAT got in the way again when I tried to take a picture of the Golden Gate bridge.
Mike was telling Roberto not to hit the yellow thing,
and he STILL almost hit it.

This is a picture of Roberto and some guy named John. The other guys said that John owned some of the boats but I think they were lying because after all the stuff we broke John wouldn't be smiling so much, right?
This is after I yelled at the rich guy's boat for
getting in my way when I was taking pictures. I think he was trying to hit
us because he was still mad.
THESE guys were TOTALLY crazy! They even had a long pole on the front that they tried to hit us with. They were yelling a lot, too. They yelled a lot louder after I squished half of my sandwich on their pole. Ha Ha Ha!
This was supposed to be after the sixteenth photo, but the kid who helped me put this report together messed up. I would have said that he's a dumbass, but I think I wouldn't get a good grade if I did. I'm not going to write anything about this photo
because the guy on the red boat was still mad about the sandwich thing and
said some really bad words that my Dad said never to repeat.
This is that guy John after he saw that I was still
on the boat. I think he was happy to see me still there because he yelled
"So there you are, you little bastard!" right after I took this picture.
This is John and some other guys. I have no idea what they are doing but it looked like it wasn't fun.
Lookout! No one is driving! Ha Ha Ha (That's a joke that my Dad tells when he lets go of the wheel to open another can of beer) This is a photo of J.J. She was cool and didn't yell at
me very much until I dropped her bag into the water the second time. It
floated pretty good the first time.
This is the photo that got me grounded by my Dad. When we got back home my Mom saw it and yelled at my Dad a lot and kept asking him "who's the blonde?" When she asked me who she was I told her that everyone said she was a really famous racer but my Mom didn't believe me because anyone from Wichita knows that women don't race. I think my Mom is full of it, but don't tell my Mom I said that. This is a photo of the rich guy who was driving the
black boat that kept trying to hit us. It's a good thing he didn't hit us or
I would sue him and take all his money! HA HA HA!
This is a picture of a bunch of chickens! Not really. I said they were chickens because they stopped the race on Sunday because they said there was too much wind! Really! I'm not kidding! I don't know why they thought that, but I think they were mad because they all said they were going into the bar to get really pissed. But they were smiling when they said it, so I'm not sure if they were really pissed or what. This is a picture of Roberto when they gave him a trophy for doing what Mike told him to do. I don't really know if they gave Mike anything. It's a lot like this class. Ha Ha Ha! (That's another joke
too. Really!)
This is a picture I took of the crew of the boat I was on. They started smiling a lot when my Dad said he was taking me home. This is the last picture I took when my Dad was
dragging me to the car. I think these guys are sailors or something. They seem happy to see me go, too.

The End

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