The waves were immense, so we were all told not to go too far out. As my family started to get out of the water, after swimming for awhile. I decided to stay in the water and swim for a little bit longer. I was swimming more remote out to the deep sea. Suddenly I felt my foot start to sink underneath something grainy and soggy. Struggling to pull my foot back my other foot started to go under. I was panicked now, not know what was happening was the most appalling part the whole time. I finally figured out what was happening, I was sinking in some deep sand. As I was yelling for help frantically, I suddenly realized no one could hear me, I was on my own. I pulled and pulled until I felt my foot be released from the sand. I swam as fast as I could, when I finally got back to the shore, I looked at my family and said let's go back
My head slowly angled down at the murky brown water reflecting the bright sun as It flowed downstream. “Come on you pussy”, I heard from below. From then on, and for these three words, my fate would be decided, On that day about four years ago, i would know what fear feels like, and how confidence can change your life.
I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.
My extended family and I were at our favorite vacation spot, Carolina Beach. It was another beautiful day. Kids ran through the hot sand while the seagulls went through their parents unguarded bags. Me and my family sat in our beach chairs watching the crashing waves. The waves were full of small grey fish. Schools of these small fish were flying out of the water, fleeing from the bigger fish below. My uncle jumped out of his beach chair and grabbed his fishing net to cast over the jumping fish. The net sunk into the blue ocean waves. A quick tug and the net emerged while closing over the fish. He dragged the net through the waves and onto the wet sand. Their wet grey scales glistened in the warm sun as they jumped trying to escape the net.
Our tour guide made us take turns sitting on the edge of the boat with our wetsuits and snorkelling gear on in case there was a sighting. After all that she had said I thought that she was just trying to get our hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. It was joyless. Well, until she said “JUMP” that is. At the time, I had no clue what so ever what I was doing. The person next to me jumped so I just did to. That’s when I touched it. I had landed on the world’s biggest sea creature; the whale shark. The tour guide quickly jumped in and pulled out her camera; a Go-Pro and began filming me along-side the shark. Luckily I was the only one on the same side as the shark as her as I began posing and smiling for the camera. That’s the shark sped up and drifted out of distance. My heart was racing as this had been one of the most tremendous and overwhelming experiences of my young
We all got in the water with my sister leading us. As we started to get farther out into the water I saw something right in front of my sister. I was scared that it was a manta ray or a shark, and immediately grabbed Tia and turned around. She pulled back on my arm and pointed at the large creature. It wasn’t a shark or a manta ray or an unknown monster, but it was a mantaray. We followed it around for a while trying to swim next to it. I went underwater and was right next to the manta ray. I was so close that I could reach out and touch it. That is exactly what I did. I wanted to continue to follow it into the ocean, but soon realized that I could no longer touch the ocean bottom. My sister told me that we needed to head back to the shore and I agreed with
Still obliviously grasped onto my fishing rod I proceeded towards the center as I tried feeling my steps along the river floor with the jagged and slimy rocks below me. I had just stepped on a rock that felt a bit unstable but right when I noticed, the currents had picked up. Suddenly the water struck me with such great force that it swept my feet from under me.
Ashton wanted to stay just a little longer because as the fishermen he is, he wanted to catch the biggest fish. He implied that we needed to go further down the canal into deeper water, so we paddled out to the spot he thought the monster fish would be. We came around a corner and abruptly intruded a fierce current that took us so quickly as if we were a piece of driftwood. I was shocked when my eyes drifted out to the horizon and saw the ocean waves crashing against each other about three hundred yards away. We immediately started to turn the canoe around and paddle as hard as we could against the current. I grabbed an oar and Ashton grabbed another, as he paddled the water from his oar hitting the forceful current drenched me. I was paddling with my eyes closed at this point as water ran down my face, it was as if the current was sucking every ounce of energy I had. We could not fight it anymore, we were getting sucked out and the ocean prevailed it's daunting complication approaching. Ashton tried to quickly decide as he was the older brother and I was waiting for an answer in anticipation. Everything was happening so fast I could not
There once was a young women named Andromeda. She resided in the land she had grown up in alone and without family. She was a fair hunter and loved exploring. Her favorite place to wander was along the cliffs that lined the ocean. She would sit and watch as boats came and went and families ran along the beach down below enjoying their days. One day while Andromeda was sitting on her favorite rock on the edge of the highest cliff she seen movement way out in the deep part of the ocean. It did not move like normal objects out in the water. It had a way of just gliding in and out of the waves and even going under every once in awhile. It was huge though, larger than any creature she had seen out in the ocean. She sat there, curious as the object got closer and closer. Soon, as she noticed that it was indeed a rather large creature she heard screams from below and the families scatter and take off. As they began to run the creature rose out of the ocean, long and lanky with a massive mouth and sharp teeth. Andromeda leaped to her feet and as she stood up noticed a section of the rocks she had been sitting on wiggle. With the running of people below the monster had picked up speed and now was
My sister and I wrestled and slid around in the water while the families of minnows scattered away from us. The sun was beginning to rise and that meant that it was time to hunt for food. Around our home food is abundant. The two of of us swam back to the otter den, while she went inside I went to the water’s edge. Before diving in I cleaned my sleek brown fur. I dove swiftly all way down to the rocky bottom of the river. While there I spotted a couple of crabs, and decided to go in for the hunt. Swimming up to the crab, my quick retractable claws shot out to grab it. I tried to open it , but the shell wouldn’t crack open. Picking up a rock, I slammed it against the shell until that's why it cracked. With the crab in my mouth I swam to the
On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade
I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.
I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.
Going to the beach was nothing like going to the lake or swimming pool. The ocean had large waves that would come crashing into the beach. I was so small that the waves would just throw me around. I also got to walk down the beach and find different objects that the waves had washed up on shore. I found seashells that had brilliant colors like the rainbow. I even found a creature that looked like pink jelly. I picked the creature up with a stick and took it to show my dad. My dad told me that it was a jellyfish that could sting me, so he made me bury it in the sand. I saw another creature that was gliding in shallow water. It was dark brown with a long tail and looked like it had wings. It was a horrible looking creature that I had never seen before. My dad came down to the water to see what I was looking at. He told me that they were called skates, and they would not hurt me. That was the first time I saw something living in the ocean besides a fish. My dad then showed me that there were little creatures called, sand fiddlers, which would wash up when the waves crashed into the shore. We sat down on the sand so he could show me how to catch them. The sand fiddlers would dig down in the sand fast as lightning, so we had to dig for them fast as we could. When I caught one it felt like it was trying to dig into your hand with what seemed like a million legs. After about four hours I was exhausted and starving. I