Creative Nonfiction Prompt #40: Never too much

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I am a person of the sea. The waves always hit me softly, and I feel welcomed on the beach every while I visit. The waves, the atmosphere, the whispers of the birds, and the monotonous sounds of the gushing water hitting the rocks; all of it exist as a full package of beauty. The sea is another name for home. As it may be daytime or nighttime, it has always called me.

From a very young age, my family visits the sea very often. Especially during vacation time, we keep events near the sea. It is where families come together, and we enjoy bathing and feasting. That day was not any different but curiosity kills the cat. Now, does it always?

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The day the teenager me always awaited arrived. It was the morning of our visit to the sea. We planned for this event from the beginning of our summer vacation, and finally, today is the blissful day. I could not sleep the night due to the rising excitement building inside of me. However, I ended up taking a nap or so.

As the sun started to appear, we were getting busy dressing up and packing dishes. This time, the event comprised breakfast, snacks, and bathing on the beach. Soon we gathered all the necessary items and packed the car and ourselves in it to start our journey. On the way, I took a nap too.

Soon, after reaching the shore, I longed for jumping down to the beach, but, I was held back by my cousins and brothers. After having a full breakfast by the sea, we attacked the sea. We got hold of our life belts and ran up to the sea, splashing and crashing the waves.

The sky was as blue as it could be. The reflection of the serene blue sky on the sea was a beautiful sight to the eyes. It was too soothing and relaxing. Although the sun was exactly above us and burning our faces, our bodies were warm and cozy inside the sea. The forever-long view of the sea always eased my heart. I wondered how long it could be because we never met with the other side.

I was relaxing my body by floating while many thoughts crossed my mind. It was impossible to float while taking stress, and that is the beauty of the sea. It always took away my tension and kept me at ease. The little boy was too naive to realize what is tension, but still kept thinking that it was all about exams and failure.

Exams and failure was his enemy. After suddenly remembering his enemies, he lost his balance and got fully soaked. I would have drowned, but as long as my feet touched the ground, I was assured that I could come alive on my foot. I was confident of it. Also, my foot always touched the ground as I was taller than my siblings.

I wondered how long did I float. Was it like a nap? I thought. While thoughts engulfed my mind, I looked around for others to see that they were playing with the ball and were looking hilarious. It was hard to play ball in the water.

I looked across to see that the mothers were chitchatting and waving at us. I gazed in the opposite direction, and the beautiful lining of the sea caught me guardless. I grabbed a life belt and aimed to reach close to the ending line. Curiosity engulfed me, and now that was my hunger. I craved to meet the end of the sea and wave back to everyone from there. How far could it be, I thought repetitively, as I swam as quickly as possible. The waves were making it easier for me to reach.

Not long after, I heard someone calling my name. I wanted to ignore it, but my subconscious mind called me to turn. After turning to my brother, I realized I was quite far already.

"Come back bro.! Do not go so far! The waves are high! Do not go beyond where you cannot touch your feet!" My elder brother shouted out to me. He was quite far, but, on the other side, the ending line was even further. What lies at the end still captivated me. I turned to him and called out.

"I won't go further where my feet won't touch the ground!" I screamed back.

I was completely lying to him, but as soon as those words skipped my mouth, I automatically tried to touch the ground and acknowledged, I could not feel the ground any longer. I was not even half near the other side, nor could I even touch my feet on the floor. How am I going to return to my brother and others, were thoughts that were flooding my vision.

While unable to conclude, I could feel the waves taking me away from everybody. It was taking me to the other side. I was not happy anymore. I was not curious anymore. I did not want to go, so I began to try to return frantically in the water, going against the wave, but it made me look like a lunatic trying to dance in the water. Or so I presumed.

After realizing that it was insane to move so drastically, I tried calling out to one of my tall cousins and told him that I wanted to show something, so to come quickly. As soon as he arrived, I quickly hung to him and returned to the shore.

When he reached to me, I barely lied, showing him the lining of the sea and expressing its beauty. But, he failed to notice my desperation to reach the shore. I was no longer interested to see the lining of the sea or the ending.

Later that morning, I stuck with everyone else and played the ball. It was not a wise thought to go afar alone. Possibly, one day I will take a boat and see the other side.

Now I have become a man, and when I think about such immature activities that I got myself engaged in, I realize how silly one can get in their teens. My teenage life was good, and I am glad I am alive. All thanks go to my elder brother, who passionately always caressed us all siblings. Curiosity ultimately did not kill me, as my brother came to rescue me.

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That sounded like a harrowing experience. Curiosity really can be a hazard! Thank you for sharing your creative nonfiction story in The Ink Well, and for reading and commenting on the work of other community members.

Curiosity can be hazardous. I 100% agree.

Our curiosity in teenager age is beyond measures. What a great risk you took out of curiosity. Going afar to places we can't tell how the end looks like is dangerous. It's good thing your cousin heard your call.

He was a lifesaver in itself. I did panic thinking of the negative possibility but all well that ends well. Now I am grateful that it is a mere story that can be tossed over rather than a tragic one where I am dead. Thanks for reading and commenting, patiently.