I laid on the beach for at least eight hours, with hopes that I would go home looking like I had actually gone to the beach. We could not have asked for a more beautiful day on Friday. There was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was shining brighter than ever, yet it didn't seem too hot because there was a nice breeze to keep us cool. The sound of the waves crashing, the children playing, and the seagulls flying over me were more relaxing than a day at the spa. After a few little naps and some burned skin, we just could not beat the heat anymore. We finally decided to jump in the ocean to cool off. .
At first, Jessica and I stayed where the water could just run over our feet. After a few minutes we noticed that the waves were getting as tall as we were so we decided to go further in to check them out ourselves. Once we got a little deeper where the water was about up to my waist, it became harder and harder to stand up. The current stared pulling me out more and more like I was the fish and someone was trying to reel me. The waves knocked me down one after the other. It was not long until I could not catch my breath and every time I stood up I was taken under again. In a few minutes we heard the lifeguard's shrill whistle. When I turned around, I noticed that he was waving his hands in a frantic motion, like a windmill, toward the shore. Immediately, everyone started screaming and running for the shore. Jessica and I started swimming like there was a shark after us back to shore, still fighting the current. We were not sure what was going on but no one was making a big deal out of it. When I finally got out, I felt like I had just run a ten-mile race so all I wanted to do was lay back down. About the time we laid down we heard a loud roar of thunder and then we saw a bright streak of lighting. We guessed that it was just another rain storm, just like every other storm that week, so we decided to go catch some lunch and let it pass over.