Creative writing #3 - Summer days

It was a beautiful sunny July day. The sky was a clear blue with no cloud in sight. I just lay on the cushion as we skidded across the water. I had the sun was beating down on me helping to keep me from being cold. Soon I was lost in thought. I was back at my childhood place. I was running down the hallway across the ceramic tiles when I entered the living room and drug my leg across a nail that was sticking out. I should have known that table was ancient. It legs were solid brown wood that had little pieces of painted tile as the top. A glass top enclosed the painted tiles. I look down at my leg to see the blood running down. I called to my mom for help. She then grabbed a towel and applied pressure then she then cleaned up my leg. After my mom had finished cleaning up my leg, she applied a band-aid. I now to this day have a scar as a remembrance just above the knee of my right leg. All of sudden I feel cold droplets landing in my warm body. I sit up startled for a moment and realize that I am still on the boat. I look over at Dale and he is laughing as if it was intentional