As a young girl, I had more books about the sea than I could count. I always begged to go to the beach and couldn’t get enough of the salty water. However, as I grew up and watched more movies about man-eating sharks and other scary things, I began to feel uneasy about entering the water and stopped wanting to go. Getting hurt at the beach made me listen to my gut feelings more. During the summer of 2012, had been raining nonstop. It felt like we were never going to see the sun again but my brother still wanted to enjoy summer. One day in July, my brother called and asked if my best friend and I wanted to go to the beach. I didn’t want to go but said yes. We waited until my brother and his girlfriend showed up and then we headed to Hunting Island beach. Once we parked we noticed an ambulance with a man who appeared to be getting care in the back of it. We didn’t think much of it was we set out to conquer the beach.
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For the hour, we tossed balls around in the water, hoping the waves which weren’t calm, wouldn’t drown us. We kept noticing the waves were pushing us down the beach so we would try to swim back to where we had put our stuff. Eventually, we decided we were hungry and tired so we started to head back to the shore. I, however, didn’t quite hear them say they were heading in and was behind them a little bit in the process of getting out. Then I felt it, the first
For the hour, we tossed balls around in the water, hoping the waves which weren’t calm, wouldn’t drown us. We kept noticing the waves were pushing us down the beach so we would try to swim back to where we had put our stuff. Eventually, we decided we were hungry and tired so we started to head back to the shore. I, however, didn’t quite hear them say they were heading in and was behind them a little bit in the process of getting out. Then I felt it, the first