The day was warm. The sky was a clear blue. The sand was as soft as a fluffy pillow, the palm trees danced in the small breeze, and the water was calling my name. My dad, thinking he was hip in his Utah Ute’s swim trunks, ran down along side the beach with my cousin. My cousin jumped his highest and threw a Frisbee to my dad. My dad of course, didn’t catch it. As I was laughing, I walked over to the red umbrella and red beach towels where my grandpa was sitting. He was wearing his regular clothes, shorts and a tee shirt, reading a book. “Going in the water this year?” he asked. “Ha! No way in heck!” I loved the water, but I was deathly afraid of sharks. My dad, whose was somehow way far out into the water, called my name. “Come in!” he shouted. “You know what? I’m sick of you guys teasing me!” I ran towards the water. As my body hit it, it felt cold. That didn’t stop me, I kept on running. I was sick of being teased. I ran faster and faster until I passed my dad. I got to where I could barley touch and turned around to look at the beach. My grandpa and cousin were smiling at me, but there smiles quickly faded. The next thing I knew my body was hit by pressure, water pressure. I body surfed it all the way to shore and got buried in the sand. I stood up, feeling slightly dizzy and said, “Ha! I went in the water!” I expected my family to congratulate me, but all they were doing, was staring. “What?” I said. “Why are you all staring at me?” My cousin giggled and said, “Is it me, or is there a slight breeze.” I realized there was a slight breeze, and I felt cold. I looked down and thought. Oh crap. Where did they go?