Running Towards the Widest Ocean

I was barely nine or ten beginning to feel emotion when I started to run as if chasing a balloon flying towards the widest ocean of deep blue with clouds drifting by too impossible to reach... while my memory recalled another, peaceful noon spent on the quitest, prettiest beach. I walked and stomped on jellyfish thinking they would sting me first; mama constantly warned me to keep away from them, and ignoring it, I kept on burying then in the hot sand, but mom yelled, " Son, you are a cruel boy...you think they don't hurt, these are creatures of the sea surviving in tough waters since birth." I nodded with that expression of boyish innocence suffocating a scream, making believe to obey and defiantly planning a scheme that would have made her cring and running towards the widest ocean, I fell into the prestine sand I screamed as if I were in extreme pain. " Mom, they have stung me! Take them back into the water! Poor mama, she fell for my scheme getting up from her confortable chair! Enered in Francine Robert's contest, " Blue On Blue On Blue " Topic: Beach