New Found Fear

As seen in the title, I have a new found fear. Most likely even bigger than my used-to-be biggest fear of thunderstorms. I decided I'd try to write it, kind of like a book style, like a story...a true story.

It was a beautiful and sunny day. Most cute and fluffy stories start out like this, but this is not any type of cute and fluffy story. This is a story based on pure fact and fear. I rephrase this first statement, the day was sunny and beautiful but frightful events were destined to occur. A family of five, six including their grandmother, decided to head out to the sandy beach in the bright sun, on their week long vacation near the ocean. There was a slight wind, not light enough to be called a breeze and not powerful enough to be actually called a wind, but umbrellas were turning and towels were blowing. The waves were high and crashing. The water salty and clear. The sand...well...grainy. Angela, the main character of our story (which happens to be myself) had never used a boogie board before, but longed to learn. Her older brother, tall and handsome, had used one before and willingly agreed to teach Angela. He demonstrated kindly how to move into the water and the correct way to hold the board. Angela thought she understood and followed Rick, which is her brother's name, into the breaking line of the waves. Rick slowly guided her across the breaking line and told her to use her board to get over the wave bumps and wait for a good one. A large wave was sailing (I don't generally think this word fits, but I'm tired and it's getting late and I don't want to think of another one) towards them. Rick shouted in glee, "This is a great one! Three! Two! One! Boogie!" Angela was slightly hesitant and didn't want to start quite so soon. Before she could think on this, the wave crashed over her, flipping her into the churning waters. As she turned and tumbled, her head hit the floor of the ocean. The sand and mud, as wet dirt is called. She was inhaling water quickly. As the water calmed down she lifted her head above the surface to gulp down some air, only to find that her boogie board string was tightly entangled around her neck. (For those of you who haven't seen a boogie board, there is a string attached to the front of it which is strapped to your wrist, so you don't lose your boogie board in the event of dropping it into the water.) Salt lined the inside of her throat from all the ocean water she had inhaled. The boogie board flapped towards the shore, or in better words: tried to. The waves were pulling it with each new one breaking. As the boogie board was pulling in one direction, Angela panicked with the rope entangled around her neck and waved her arms. Now, if you already forgot, the rope connected to the boogie board is wrapped around her neck, which is still connected to her arm. The flailing of her arms pulled the rope tighter, as did the board pulling the other direction. Dad, the average superhero (not really, just trying to describe him. If I were really to describe him...I'd say, dad....the...dad...) rushed to her rescue and untangled the rope allowing her to breath....and then get knocked down again by another wave. Angela then stated, "I hate waves. I'm never boogie boarding again."

So, there is my story. I am now deathly afraid of waves and I will admit that night I had the same nightmare over and over that a wave had knocked me over and I had died...(drowned) I decided I wasn't going to sleep the rest of that night. It definitely is a story worth telling though. Vacation was a lot of fun and I'm sad to be coming home because there are a bunch of shops in town which a bunch of cool things. Especially sweatshirts, which I love so very much. I've also decided that I would collect hats, because I love hats so much. I have to fedora type hats and a bunch of others that are in the collection. Now I just have to find a place to put them...that was really random, here I'm talking about my vacation and then I randomly start rambling on about hats...wow...anyway, as I said I am tired and I'd like to get some reading in before bed. Hope you enjoyed my fears....(that sounded weird, but hey...I am weird)

OVER AND OUT.

ANGELA