I was splashing around in a panic. Felt like I had no control. I felt that the rip current was sucking me out into the abyss with no way of return. I was treading water as best as I could, but growing weary, frantic, and scared. My aunt caught eye of my panic and came to my rescue.
I was 9 years old swimming, or you could say freaking-out, in the arms of the Atlantic off the coast of North Carolina. When she, my aunt, got to me, I clung to hear. She simply told me to stand up. When my feet met the sand in the exact place I had been flustering, all my worries went away. My tears turned into laughter and embarrassment ran down my face when I realized that I was not drowning or being carried away into the depths of the blue, I just simply needed to stand, stand up, on my own two feet.