Fishy business

The ocean. The most sarean place anyone could ponder.

I was only eight at the time, but my mind remembers everything.

It was a very important day, my birthday to be exact, but I didn't care enough to stay. I remember exiting through the servants cabin and though the old tunnel to reach the sunny outside.

My feet touch the burning sand and I reel back. Finally gaining the feeling back in my foot I gather my dress and burst into a wild run toward the cool water.

I'm up to my ankles and I relish the feeling as I sooth my aching feet. I run to the rock tower and grab my stash of clothes. My old clothes fit better anyway.

I quickly climb the rock and reach the very top. Wind whistles and rushes In my face. I look over the edge, marveling and becoming dizzy at the height.

I take a breath and jump... Plunging into the soothing water below.