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My parents always made me stay away from the ocean. When I was little, we were at the beach and I tried to touch the water, but they started grabbing and pulling me to the car. I didn't understand it. What was so wrong? Other people were going into the salty water, why couldn't I? I would beg my parents if I had a field trip to the sea, but the answer was always no.
I stayed up late one night and heard them talking, " What are we going to do about her? She's getting far too close" My father sounded angry. I waited for my mom's response but it took far too long, I drifted to sleep. Getting too close to what? Who were they talking about? Me? I didn't understand any of this.
As I dream, it's always about the ocean, whether it's the sound or what it looks like. I've never even tasted it before, is it really all that salty like they say? I would dream about how it tasted, and what people do, and what it looked like under the ocean. There would be people... but they looked like fish at the same time. This was a figment of my imagination of course, I've never seen people like that. Why would there be? Often I would dream about myself swimming in this huge lake.
I never really was like anyone else. I seemed almost addicted to water, wanting more and more of it. I loved the feeling of it on my skin. It took about one to two hours in the shower, I could last longer, but my parents would shut the water off after awhile. I didn't understand them, this seemed almost natural to me.
