Personal Narrative: The Color Of A Fish

When I was younger, I experienced one of the worst things to have happened to me since entering high school. It all started when I went to the beaches of the Mediterranean, seeing what my parents described to me, for the first time. Coming to these amazing waters; it was a comfortably hot day, with no sight of any pesky insects, like back home. Remembering where I was; the sky was the deepest color of blue I have ever seen, clouds were vibrantly white, looked almost like uncolored silky cotton candy as they drifted lazily across an otherwise perfect sky. There is nothing that can compare to that summer’s day; the sun’s rays were beaming, worming the rich sand as my feet sunk in between my toes it felt like the sand was giving me a massage. …show more content…
He entered the water first, trailing I put on my scuba gear and slowly entered the water, waste deep I can see my brother near what looked like the edge of the sea, I wanted to follow, as I was trying to follow, I noticed the water getting deeper and deeper, I didn’t mind because I enjoyed seeing the fish and other organisms that were in the water, I could see every species of fish in these waters, every size from colossal to plankton, and every color you can imagine, in these vast waters. To see these amazing creatures I had to submerge my face and look through my goggles to see, I use my snorkel to breath underwater. My amazing view of all of the underwater life, seeing animals I only had seen in pictures like turtles, and also seeing things I’ve never heard of, like these puffy spiky red balls, all I remember about this is that my uncle told me not to touch them; I then remember my main mission, which was to find my older brother. All I remember was that he was at what looked like the edge of the sea. I swam farther and farther from shore, getting carried away looking at all the amazing underwater