Mobius
Can't get enough of FH
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If anyone didn't know, my family emigrated to Australia a month ago, any way...
My family wanted to go to the swimming bars, but I wanted to go to the beach. After some argument, I won.
So we went to the beach in the evening, on Thursday and swam in an unflagged area (which was a dumb idea, but the sea looked calm.
I swam out really far, then started struggling, as the tide was so strong. It seemed to pull my feet from under me. Every step towards the beach I took, I was pulled into the ocean more.
I began yelling for help, and my brother came out with his boogieboard (like a small surfboard) and I grabbed hold of it, and we were both stranded. My dad came out screaming at us to swim, but no matter how hard we pushed, we were being pulled further out. My mum and sister were on the beach crying, and fortunately there was a police station nearby which my mum ran to and 3 policemen came. An ambulance came, but no one would come and try to save us. It felt like we were out there for ages. My dad drifted even further out, and I flung the boogieboard away from myself in a last attempt to swim to shore. I realy thought I'd had it. I had no energy left at all, and my brother who is 2 years younger than me and underweight, was probably struggling even more.
Eventually, somehow I managed to force my way out after around 30 minutes and vomited all over the place. My brother was out there for around 40 minutes, and finally he managed to get out. The police wouldn't let me go in to help him. My dad wasn't even visible anymore, and my mum was crying her eyes out. The police radio'd in a speedboat, which found him barely conscious, clinging to the boogieboard I'd let drift away. They pulled him to shore and took him in the ambulance, and after some oxygen and water we were all okay, just exhausted. Were it not for the boogieboard finding its way to my dad he says he would definately have drowned.
It was the most harrowing experience of my life, and I don't think I ever want to go into the ocean again. My mother always warned me about the sea, but I never listened. It was a good thing we had bought the boogieboard with us, else none of us would've survived I don't think.
My family wanted to go to the swimming bars, but I wanted to go to the beach. After some argument, I won.
So we went to the beach in the evening, on Thursday and swam in an unflagged area (which was a dumb idea, but the sea looked calm.
I swam out really far, then started struggling, as the tide was so strong. It seemed to pull my feet from under me. Every step towards the beach I took, I was pulled into the ocean more.
I began yelling for help, and my brother came out with his boogieboard (like a small surfboard) and I grabbed hold of it, and we were both stranded. My dad came out screaming at us to swim, but no matter how hard we pushed, we were being pulled further out. My mum and sister were on the beach crying, and fortunately there was a police station nearby which my mum ran to and 3 policemen came. An ambulance came, but no one would come and try to save us. It felt like we were out there for ages. My dad drifted even further out, and I flung the boogieboard away from myself in a last attempt to swim to shore. I realy thought I'd had it. I had no energy left at all, and my brother who is 2 years younger than me and underweight, was probably struggling even more.
Eventually, somehow I managed to force my way out after around 30 minutes and vomited all over the place. My brother was out there for around 40 minutes, and finally he managed to get out. The police wouldn't let me go in to help him. My dad wasn't even visible anymore, and my mum was crying her eyes out. The police radio'd in a speedboat, which found him barely conscious, clinging to the boogieboard I'd let drift away. They pulled him to shore and took him in the ambulance, and after some oxygen and water we were all okay, just exhausted. Were it not for the boogieboard finding its way to my dad he says he would definately have drowned.
It was the most harrowing experience of my life, and I don't think I ever want to go into the ocean again. My mother always warned me about the sea, but I never listened. It was a good thing we had bought the boogieboard with us, else none of us would've survived I don't think.