Oceans with her ebb and flow
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I absolutely love the ocean but very scared to go out too far. when I was seven years old, I was out in the Atlantic Ocean by Montauk Point with my mother and a friend. We went there every summer and I played and dove threw the big waves all the time. But on this day, my mother was holding hands with us both and one of those big waves broke too far out. There was no way to get to it in time. The wave smashed down on top of me. Needless to say, I lost hold of my mother's hand and went down!
Once I came to my senses, I remembered to swim toward the light But what - the water was churning so hard that I couldn't tell. Instead at seven years old, I decided to just "be". I watched the crabs go twirling by as they were caught up in the wave too. I spoke to the Creator and just then my head popped up into the air. "Mom, I want to go in!" I heard myself scream. Then another wave smashed down on me.
We got to the beach; my friend had been washed up there by the wave. And I must admit, I have never gone out that far in the ocean again.