I've been into many near-death-drowning situations but those incidents didn't stop me to love the beach.
Every time I look at the beach, I can't help but reminisce back when I was a little girl. I was only four or five when my sister and I decided to hop in the big rock formations with about two meters depth of water. Off we went, it was fun anyway. I disobeyed my parents even if they warned us not to go to that area because it was really dangerous for us. I was not really a hard headed kid but the curiosity and the mystery behind the rocks that I always wanted to find out ruled out in me.
As I hop from one rock to another I missed my step into a slippery moss covered rock and fell into the water. I did not know how to swim so I just waved my hand in and out in a deep. I already drank a pail of water before my uncle saw me. I thought I was going to die. Only as thin hair strand chance was left on me to survive but my uncle was quick and jumped to the water and saved me.
When we reached home, my father's eyes and face turned beet red in anger as he was fuming mad, brought me back to the beach and told me if I wanted to die. I cried and made a promise. Now that I am a parent myself, I always remind my kids to be obedient, for we know what's good and we only want to protect them from any danger.
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