Ok so y’all know that I went to the beach.
I have and may always have a love/hate relationship with the beach. In the morning it is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen before, I always feel moved when I see the sunrise. The ocean makes me want to write some kind of deep poem that talks about the waves and yet I have never been able to find the words that express my thoughts.
I hate the beach because well first off I have hammer toes and it makes it very difficult to walk in the sand. Secondly I have a fear of being pulled away into the ocean and not being able to come back….also of sharks biting me. I love sharks I think they are one of the coolest animals but I still don’t want them to taste me.
I always have a rule when I go to the beach, everyday I give it 3 strikes to the ocean it cannot 1)be over my head any moment and 2) can not drag me far out enough to when I cannot feel the bottom of the ocean securely.
The past few times we’ve gone to Myrtle beach we use a family friends condo and last time we were out I got stung by a jellyfish.
Friday I get stung 3 times. The first time was worse than the other two. I was not a happy camper.
Saturday- I noticed my step sister Katie (the one with downs) was sitting in the sand and was just not enjoying herself. She hates the beach more than I do. So I walked up to her and somehow I got her almost elbow deep in water, the waves were so rough to it typically stayed up to her shoulders.
It’s moments like that it really makes me think that maybe I should be a special needs teacher. Like me and Katie took a scary trip in the ocean and she wound up really enjoying herself and wanted to go back the next day, people have tried to get her in but she wouldn’t. I took her hand we did it one step at a time, it took alot of time,patience and hard work but she did it! I was so proud of her. Well while we were being attacked by a wake a baby jellyfish happened to swim by me and tap my thigh. I was already screaming cause of the wave so Katie didn’t notice. I didn’t want her to freak out or worry so I stayed in the water and never left her side.
Sunday- last full day at the beach so me and Katie went back out with her sister Hannah. They were much rougher than the day before but Katie touched it out, once again a lil bugger zapped my hand. Never have I been stung 5 times in 3 days.
“The ocean is a lot like life, you don’t know if something is friend or foe until they bite or sting you.” From my stepsister Hannah.
So Monday night we left and came back home, Ive been job hunting online, rearranged my furniture a bit. Nothing else really going on. I might be going to WV tomorrow for the weekend with Hannah. I don’t think she knows if I’m tagging along or not. Her dad lives up there and she’s still 17, a fairly new driver so her mom doesn’t rly want her to go alone so I told her I’d go. We’ll find out I guess. Lol.
The pics are of my big jellyfish sting.