I Didn't Drown This Time
The second day of our vacation in Barbados, I told my mother that I didn't want to leave an air conditioned house to go to the non-air conditioned outdoors. So of course, we had to take a ride to the beach. Sweat was running down my back like a waterfall (gross, I know) as I stepped out of the car and into the sun. It was incredibly bright and strong, and reminded me of that Madonna song that goes:"The sun would set so high, ring through my ears and sting my eyes..." I think if I had taken the neon green sunglasses I was wearing off, I'd probably be blinded its rays. The moment my foot hit the ground, I could feel it sinking into the burning hot sand. The sand felt like fire under my feet and the fact that I had on an old, frayed, and worn-out pair of Keds didn't help. The soles were so thin that I might as well have been walking barefoot. Despite the numerous amount of trees in the sand, there wasn't any shade. The sound of birds chirping and waves surrounde...