Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico

Summer 2014 I visited a beach in Mexico,with me three relatives Brenda, Jesus , and Karla.The water was crystal blue, not like any other beach i've seen before. Brenda had chocolate brown hair that was clutched in one long braid and Jesus had mysterious dark brown eyes. Karla had light caramel hair that was let loose, every time the wind blew it was as if her hair grew a set of wings and flew with the breeze.
At first, I stayed in the area that was shallow for the reason that I was too hesitant to move in deeper. “Come in deeper!” Karla insisted, knowing I didn’t sense how to swim. “I can’t swim!” “Okay, I’ll just stay with you instead,” she declared when she realized that I wasn’t going to move in any further. Jesus stayed with Karla and

I because he didn’t revel being with strangers, and Brenda was swimming in deeper water. We advanced and went deeper in the water when we stopped, the water was almost up to my knee. I was having a joyous time and I progressed even further into the profound water. “Don’t go in too deep that you could be jeopardy” Jesus advised me. At first, I took note of what he said and stopped when the water went up to my thighs. I tried to capture everything around me including the screams of the children who were chasing each other and splashing in the water. I saw the dazzling sun gleaming over me and I could feel the mild water moving in every direction. I saw some people who were on something similar to a sail and I wanted to perceive an enhanced view of it. I went further and further from the shore, and stopped when the water reached half of my stomach. Almost immediately I regretted my actions for the reason that the water that was once calm became harsh and frightening. It was as if the water had one goal, and that goal was to push me over. Out of nowhere, a massive and intimidating wave was coming my way.
When the wave knocked me over I felt relative to not having a chance against it, I felt as if I were a board game piece being knocked over. I was underwater trying not to panic, I kept my eyes sealed shut. With my eyes closed, I felt as if I was just floating in midair. Everything suddenly turned into pure silence. I stayed there not knowing if I should move or if I shouldn’t I even considered that i've become numb. When I couldn’t hold my breath for longer I attempted to gasp for air, but all I received in return was a mouthful of remarkably salty water.
Soon after Brenda pulled me out of the water and asked: “ Are you okay?” “Yeah, I assume” I responded. “What do you mean you think?” she laughed. “Well, I was preparing for the end of me” I said. I remained out on the shore but not long after I found myself back in the shallow area of the water.
That summer of 2014 it took an excessive amount of poor events for me to learn that I should listen when others warn me. To this day I have yet to fully learn this lesson, I still commit some actions carelessly even when I am warned.