Splash

It was one 'egg cooking on the sidewalk' hot summer. I mean about 101 degrees and, at the time I had to be about 6 or 7 years old. The day my best friend, her big sister and I will remember forever. We played hopscotch, dress up, ate so much watermelon, and millions of ice pops but, we got bored so we asked could we go out to the beach to play for a while. Boy, was that place huge and so crowded it looked like a zoo filled with all the kids,their families ,and pets. Everyone was on top of each other trying to stay cool. We were having such an amazing time throwing the ball around,playing in the sand,singing, dancing to the music,and playing marco polo as much as we could with all the people around. Then we started playing in the waves pretending we were surfing Julie's mom kept telling us not to go far not to go far but, we didn't think we was that far and she was being extra but, out of no where  this big, rough, rock filled wave came thinking we got this one we got this one we where still  in the water all surfing unaware that this one was huge. Everything fell slient Thashhhh... the waves took me under, I flipped around multiple times, I started to cry. I couldn't hear anything  but, the water splishing and spalshing around me. I tried to scream, I tried to see, all I could do was began fighting to stay up...

Imagine being at the beach and getting pushed down by a wave and when you tried to get back up you got pushed back down. At that moment your heart starts to race, you start to panic, you immediately want to get out the water, you want to scream, you want to cry ,and fight. What pushes you that makes you fight to get back up? What makes you jump to reality? What makes your heart race? What makes you spring to action?