by Susan Morton

Created on: November 21, 2008

Every summer my father took us to the beach for his vacation. Every summer some thing always happened to me. My earliest memories were of making the tide pools my very own kingdom with sea horses and mermaids. There is this one time though, that I had drowned. My sister was eight years old, and I was only five years old. Our parents were so used to taking us to the beach, and telling us the dangers and the wonders of the sea. Yet this time, I almost died.

My parents let us go to the beach alone. My sister said that she did not see me come up for air, and ran for my father. This is what I remember, I got caught in a pothole and the undertow. I could see the light above the water but I just could not get out of it. At first, it was very painful thinking also that I would not be able to hold my breath much longer. It felt like my lungs were on fire, and they were ready to burst. When, all of the sudden, I felt this peace, and not pain, and then I blacked out.

My father was a navy seal, and he scuba dived and did rescues. I apparently did not rise to the top so my lungs were not totally full of water. The next thing I remember was my father having me lay face down and he was pushing the water out of my stomach. I threw up a lot of water, and I don't remember much more because I blacked out again. All I knew was that my lungs hurt

My sister said that father ran to the beach and dove into the water, he came up a couple of times, then spotted me and pulled me up out of the pothole. After that he performed mouth to mouth resuscitation. She said for a minute she thought I was dead because my face was blue. After that I was put into the hospital for pneumonia.

Later when I was twelve years old, I was racing my sister across the campground. Apparently someone had not covered their fire, or put it out properly and I stepped right into it with my full weight. I spent that summer off of my feet. When I was thirteen, I was considered old enough to go swimming by myself, and I was in the water so long that I had sun poisoning.

Then when I was fourteen years old, a friend of mine came to the beach with us. We were swimming and body surfing. Well this was around the first of September, that is when the man of war jelly fish die come into shore. I was standing there and my friend was floating on her back. I felt something like stickers and fire wrapped around both my legs. I took my right arm and waved it down to get what ever it was off of me. This in turn, caused my arm to

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