Sue’s photo prompt for #writephoto this week.
Not a creative piece as such this time, more of a reminiscence.
When we were younger, we spent many a summer in Kenya, visiting family. Mombasa was a place we would frequent on occasion. Imagine it, a huge band of Indians, all parked on the beach, women attempting to feed the masses, kids enjoying the water and men nursing several beers!
The tide would go out for a certain time, allowing us to walk out into the sea quite a distance.
Please forgive me, I cannot offer your accurate fact, this is the memory of a 41-year-old from when she was nine!
My Pops wanted to walk out as far as he could so a few of us decided to all go together.
There was me, so brave, venturing out into the open sea. It was fine for the first minute, then I kept feeling strange things under my feet!
I saw sea cucumbers and strange creatures. The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
I managed to convince myself that at the bottom of one of these dips, was a shark’s mouth, and if I put my foot down, it would be bitten off!
That was it, I shouted to Pops that I was going back, turned and ran, arms flailing like a little lunatic, back to the safety of the sand!
They all came back around 45 minutes later, walking almost a kilometre (I think!) into the sea, turning before the tide rose again!
Oh, what a wuss I was! Couldn’t even enjoy the low-tide without my imagination running wild!!!
But I Smile Anyway... 