Over the summer of 2004, my family went on a sailing trip around Maine and the coves. My brother and I use to ride on a diny that was tyed to theback of the sail boat, it was for going into the docks and also exploring the shore. But this one time, I was alone in the diny and riding over the waves while my brother and family were loungeing about on the deck. A speedboat had just gone by causing large waves to form. I didn't expect it but the next thing I nkew was that  I did a back flip in to the water and was watch the sail boat float away with my family on it. My frantic screaming caught my fathers attention to the problem. Quickly my grandfather some how turned the boat around, and my dad grabbed the bouy hook, and hooked it on the back strap of my lifeg jacket and houisted me up to the deck.