Last year, I went to a Jewish summer camp for a couple weeks. When I was there, I went white water rafting. Our raft leader decided it would be a good idea for the group to venture down the body rapids without following proper safety protocol, which as you can guess, didn't end up very well. It sounded fun, so I went along with it. I laid flat on my back and let the cool water of the Kern River run over me. All was well until the person floating in front of me started to scream "SWIM THE OTHER WAY HURRY GO THE OTHER WAY!" with a very panicked tone in their voice, when suddenly, they disappeared. 'That was odd," I though. I looked ahead of me, and directly in front of me was a steep drop with rocks at the bottom. "Oh.....," I began to fall. The boy in front of me was floating away, screaming in agony, later I learnt he hit his arm on a rock on the way down, breaking it in several places. I fell, tumbling with the rapid, and tucked in my arms like I was informed to do in such a situation. I fell into the water, smashing my leg on a large rock sticking out from the water on the way down. Apparently, the raft leaders weren't aware of the rocks that fell overnight.
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