Caught in a Rip Tide?
My very first memory Is not a good one.
I was five years old. I was in Puerto Rico, vacationing with my parents. My father and I went swimming in the ocean and got caught in a riptide. It felt like hours. It probably wasn’t, but as a five-year-old boy, I was sure death was upon me.
If you don’t know what this oceanic nightmare is, you should.