I would consider the summer of 2014 to be the best and worst summer of my life. A friend and I had saved money all year so that as soon as the biggest accomplishment of our life was achieved we could treat ourselves to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There is nothing better than sand between your toes, and waves crashing into you after finishing thirteen years of the public school system. All of that sounds really great except for the fact that I am extremely terrified of sea life. This specific beach trip just made me even more scared of what lies beneath the water.
This entire trip started out with a dreadful eight hour drive down to the beach. We tried to keep ourselves entertained with music and games, but that gets old after a few hours. So the first two to three hours were manageable but the last hours we were both just complaining about how long it was taking to get there. When we did finally get there the both of us were exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So we checked into our condo and rested up for the next day, which was pretty eventful.
We got up the next morning put on our beach attire and went straight down to the beach. Everything was going great until my friend tried to convince me to go further into the water. My friend knew how deathly afraid I was of sea life and yet she convinced me to go further in. Going further than my ankles in the water was a first time experience for me; and ended up being a bad first experience. At first the water was good waist deep, and then we went all the way to where the water was at my chest. We were body surfing and having a good time when all of a sudden I felt a painful sting on my leg, so my instinct told me to look down and when I did I noticed a jellyfish just nonchalantly swimming away. I don't think I ever ran that fast out of water. When I finally got to the land I promised myself I would never go that far into the ocean again.
The next day I was still recovering from my jellyfish sting and I...
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