A beach in the South of France, one pair of large bug eyed goggles, my favourite swim togs and a fully inflated rubber ring around my waist. That's all I needed for this ocean adventure. Five and a half years old and already 50 meters off shore, little did I know my venture would be foiled and my life changed for ever by the power of the ocean.
The waves were gentle spilling breakers and I'd already tackled a few dozen of these foot high barriers, but this one was different..... 4 times bigger than the others. I didn't make it to the other side and was swept back towards the shore in a froth of water.
At first I was merely being returned against my will, but life took on a new perspective, as I became inverted. Still gripping my rubber ring around my waist, I journeyed to shore.
The adults could see a pair of gangly legs returning, but I whizzed through a place that was jam packed full of odd shaped creatures living in amongst sand, rock and weed in a wet
on the beach, I coughed and delivered my mouth full of sand over the attentive adults. The sneeze that followed, emptied the sand from both nostrils which made a distance of about a foot away before being returned like two elastic bands and promptly wrapped themselves around my head - I beamed, the adults frowned........ but I guess they hadn't seen what I had.