My name is Kyle and I am 16 years old. I was 178 feet in the ocean, and it felt like my legs were going to fall off because I have swam so much. I passed out because I lost some air. Like 2 hours later I find myself in the ocean not able to breath. So I tried to find an island.

 I swam miles and miles and my foot feels like it is going to fall off again. My mind flashes back to when I played basketball in 6th grade and I broke my leg because I tried to do right left up but landed on my left foot and it broke.

That is why I tried not to use that leg but I had to or I would drown. I had been swimming for a long time and I finally saw a mountain in the distance. To reach the mountains I swam so fast that my shirt came off. The mountain looked really sharp and ridged. But I swam there anyway. Then I realized it was not any ordinary mountain. It was the Himalayas mountain range. I learned from a book that the tallest peak was mount Everest which is 29,029 feet high. 

When I got there it felt like every foot I climbed I felt more accomplished. Then I realized that why would I feel accomplished because I literally got lost in the ocean? I found a dent in the mountain and lucky for me there were trees so I looked for a place to build shelter. I wondered how I would chop down the wood? I looked around and I saw some bees on my leg and I felt pain go from my foot to my head. When the bugs finally came off I went to look at my leg in terror.

 It felt bad. The bees looked, and felt, like killer bees. I heard BBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZ as they scattered away. I felt like I was destroyed. I smelled like a garbage can, I felt like I needed a shower because of the little killers, so I decided to jump in the lake. I counted and found out that I got stung 43 times and the stingers were still in my leg! I had to limp to walk.

I head back to the dent in the mountain. I realized the dent in the mountain should have a name so I called it “ BOB”. I finally found a knife so I tried to cut trees with it and it took a while but I finally cut down one tree. I was so happy.

    After the tree was cut down I tried to cut the tree trunk into smaller pieces to build a shelter and fire. First I cut the tree trunk into long sticks. Then I took the leaves off the branches so I could use the branches for the fire. Then I started trying to build the shelter. 

At first I put the sticks into the ground close to the mountain and made the sticks stand straight up side by side. Then I used weeds to connect the sticks together and attach them to the mountain. Then I added sticks horizontally and tied them with the weeds to the other sticks. At that point I thought my shelter looked pretty good.

    It made me start thinking about home. Home reminded me about my mom and dad and I started to think if they were wondering where I was.