The Beach

    The first time I saw the beach I was just amazed at its view. I was young and anxious for adventure. I saw the beach a few times before I dared approach it. It was a new environment and feeling. Every day I got closer in experiencing what it was all about. I was cautious because my mother said the beach can just take me away. I walked bare foot for the first time and sunk my feet in the sand. The feeling of the sand was tingly and different. I played near the shore without getting wet, but remained curious. Two years after, I slowly touched the water. My body reacted to it quickly. I have never really felt a reaction that fast and it felt exciting. Then one night, it happened, the ocean took my body. I swam and swam. I lost track of time. My mother called on me, but I was in love with the beach. I use to sneak out to meet the beach and it stood there waiting for me. Then one night as I was in the water, I felt it pull me farther away from shore. I knew I was in too deep, as I kept trying to swim back to shore the ocean kept pulling me back. I was drowning. That same night I felt my heart breaking. I knew I was never going to see the beach again.