The first time I've went boogie boarding was amazing. I was in Ocean City, enjoying time with my friends, some of whom I consider family.
I don't know what the point of that was, but yeah, oceans are cool. I would like to take a long vacation near one, one day. Pools on the other hand were my childhood oceans.
I was a stupid, rebellious child. So my curiosity of the deeper side of the pools were far too powerful for my little mind to compress. It was also in Ocean City, and my family and I had stayed in a hotel.
It had a pool.
And I stayed in the pool 24/7.
One day, I met this girl at the pool. And it started to thunder and rain. My family didn't care. Her family didn't care. So we stayed there and played.
Mind you, before it had stormed, I had tried to swim in the deep end for my ball and nearly drowned.
Now fast back to the story.
We thought it was smart to use the emergency floaty device as a way to go to and fro the deep end. Which did work, but was nonetheless stupid as hell.
In that stupid moment however.
I felt amazing.
Not being able to touch the ground.
Feeling as though I can drown any second.
Wanting to slip away and wonder what would happen if I disappeared into the water below me.
At the time, I didn't know these strange thoughts would soon evolve into me wanting to emerge myself in water forever to rot.
But that's another pool time for a another day.
