Personal Narrative On The Beach

I deeply inhaled the cool, salty sea air, which blowed in calm gusts. The sun’s rays wrapped around me like a warm blanket, sending happiness and serenity through me. I took deep breaths as I listened to the consistent sound of waves hitting the shore, and rested my tired muscles. It was a perfect day, especially after playing a long, tiring tennis match in Boca Raton, Florida. I lied down on my turquoise beach towel and closed my eyes, simply to relax. “LISA!” my mom shouted, sending shivers through me as I jolted from my small nap. “You should go into the ocean, since that's what we’re all here for.” Immediately I thought of the waves, reaching as high as a skyscraper. Not only were they often tall, but they were dangerous. Then, the jellyfish, spread out all over the wet sand; there wasn't a 0% chance that I wouldn't see one in the …show more content…
Or, at least, that was what I had thought until I felt something wrap around my ankle and drag me deeper into the murky water. I started flailing my arms, and brought myself to the surface, taking short breaths as I struggled to get back to the shore. Except I wasn't going towards the shore; the heavy waves were taking me farther off into the never-ending ocean. “HELP! HELP!” I shouted, attempting to get my mom and dad’s attention. As they started running towards the waters, which were no longer calm, I remembered reading in a survival book to begin swimming across the shore to escape a riptide. Was this even a riptide? Was I going to drown? What were my parents thinking? There wasn't enough time to think. I grabbed my board, bobbing up and down over the waves, and glided my arms through the water; before I knew it, I had escaped the monstrous riptide. My mom and dad ran towards me, panic covering their faces. “I'm okay,” I said, out of breath, as I stepped onto the wet sand and sat down. “You don't need to worry, I'm