The Ocean

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When I was 7 years old I remember going to the sea. My parents and I walked down the coast collecting small shells in the wet sand. The foam that touched my ankles gave me chills; I felt too much peace being there, the birds flying to the surroundings of the deepest sea departs taking out fish and I, sat in the sand contemplating the beauty of the ecosystem ... I wish we would be careful.

I remember going in the mornings in the car with mom and see dolphins playing, they dive and then returned to the surface with their bright gray skin. Pure water covered ... or at least that was when they existed.

When I was 15 years old the sea water was darker, of a greenish tone that did not reflect the beautiful blue of the open sky; But I did not care. I got into the sea thinking about nothing, until I felt something in my feet. I got scared and I found a plastic beer stuck on my foot and I had to be stitched ... I wish it had been that easy for the animals that died suffocated for them.

When I was 20 years old the sea was darker, a deep green covered all the coasts of the world and a new island was sighted; It was a island of trash, full of plastic that killed marine animals, and I remember finding one of the dolphins that I saw jumping cheerful when I was a little girl; Dead on the coasts ... inside him found 10 kg of plastic that his poor stomach could not digest.

I remember listening to the news and run; I ran to the beach and I cried in the sand that was full of piecess of broken bottles. My knees were bleeding and my tears joined with the contaminated water, with my hands I took augers of sand and I faded them away, cutting my hands, the water around me became red and my tears flowed more and more, I turned to the sky and a bird fell to the chopped water, but they did not come out...the water was killing them.

I remember the day that closed the beaches, pollution had increased so much that the water had become dangerous, the animals that lived there stared to die little by little, they were first small fish, then they were larger. Throughout the world marine flora and fauna began to extinguish.

I walked over the perimeter that was allowed in the sand, the water was increasing terrain and the beach was reduced to a toxic sea that would end up destroying the coasts and cities that surrounded them, the boats no longer allowed to navigate since the chemicals of the water began to corroer them, the marine species were extinct, and cities had disappeared by tsunamis. Faced with me a large plastic mountain was consumed by the sea.

I wanted to remember, how we got to destroy something so beautiful?

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