My knuckles whitened as I gripped the side of the boat. I held on as tight as I could and hoped it would stop my stomach from churning. My neck hurt from looking down. All I could see was my blue rubber boots - the shiny, ‘never-been-used’ fishing boots that I was desperate to try out. Seasickness washed over me like the rolling waves of the ocean, as I hoped my breakfast would stay down.
