While my brother and his friend were out swimming in the cool ocean, I was struggling to move my feet from their place in the hot white sand. The sunâ€™s rays were beating down on the areas my bathing suit didnâ€™t cover on my back and shoulders. It would later turn into a pretty wicked sunburn, the kind that formed bubbles that youâ€™d always be tempted to pop. Those were the worst. The weather wasnâ€™t being kind with its blistering heat, and I couldnâ€™t get myself to go into the safe haven of the water. It looked intoxicating. The waves were going back and forth in a friendly motion, and I desperately wanted to feel the cool water all over my body. I was six and afraid of sharks so the ocean was scary to me. Whenever I had the courage to take a step forward the water, I would step right back into my spot. My grandma got tired of looking at this process because she picked me right up and put my feet in the water. I was hysterically crying, but when she set me down all of my panic got washed away. The water felt incredible and I was so satisfied after standing in hot sand for 15 minutes. I was desperate to feel the cold water all over and daringly took steps further and further. My feet were mushing into the wet sand, and my body felt immediate relief. I went underwater and I could feel my hair dancing to the rhythm of the waves. I did a spiral and looked around myself in the water and realized there was nothing to be afraid of.