I love the ocean. I would love to live closer to a coast. We aren’t super far, but far enough that it’s a full-on trip. One time though when I was like, 12 or 13, I got caught in a rip tide and got dragged about 6 hotels down from where we were. I was just hanging out and then all the sudden I looked around and was like, “Wait, where did everyone go…” Luckily, my dad was a lifeguard in his college years and had told me in the past to swim parallel to the shore, not perpendicular to it. Him and his friend had to come get me, which I was glad because I was running out of energy. I don’t go out as far anymore. I go to about mid-calf, if that.
I went to the Outer Banks for my sister’s wedding and everyone spent a day on the beach before the ceremony. I remember just digging in the sand with my hands to see how deep I could go and my brother in law’s aunt went for a walk along the shore and she didn’t return for three hours. She was fine and managed to walk about five miles from where we were. The lifeguard patrol were the ones who found her.
Been there tons of times! Sure, I almost drowned several times, but it's absolutely amazing! I love going to the beach, but I hate how sand sticks to your feet, yuck.
