One of A Billion Reasons I Hate The Ocean

Like seriously I can’t understand why my father literally threw me in Jones Beach as if he was playing fetch with a dog. I can still taste the salt water rushing down my throat and nose as if it was yesterday. I still feel like I am getting bumbled by the waves in my navy blue Speedo one-piece bathing suite. Just the thought of it alone makes me nauseous. My father thought it was a brilliant idea to throw his only daughter who has no idea how to spin in 6 feet deep water.

 I felt like my life was over like the ocean was going to swallow me up. I was doing flips in the water for a good 5 minutes and then finally air!! I came up to world with my grandfather, father my and cousin starring at me like I was a sea monster. I balled my eyes out because I was so mad my father did that to me. “NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN” I screamed at my father in front of everyone. He thought it was a joke, he was laughing as it was some comedy act to him. I was still in shock of what he did I was still hacking up the 4 gallons of water I inhaled.

I sure taught him, 13 years later and I still haven’t been to the beach with him since. HA!