I. Context
A. Start by gaining listeners’ attention.
Sometimes, the ones that we love the most are the ones that we have to watch out for.
B. Show the relevance.
Have you ever gone on family vacations? Maybe a trip to the lake or the beach? Those seem to be the times when you can get the most memories with your family, good or bad.
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C. Provide the necessary background.
My family and I, back in 2005, went on a family vacation to Ft. Walton, Florida. It was my parents, my sister, my aunt, my grandparents, and me, a small defenseless 5-year-old.
D. Preview the story.
Not once did I believe that my own mother, my primary role model at my peak age of 5, would turn against her own flesh and blood. But I was wrong...kinda.
II. Spark
It started off as any other normal beach day. The sun was beaming outside and the seagulls were squawking their morning away. I was so ready to get out in the water and have a great day with the sand between my toes and the salty wind in my face. When the time came to go outside I was the first to run out the door.
III. Action
A. first event
When we first got down to the beach I hurriedly ran into the water; my dad used to call me a fish when I was little. (And sometimes he still does but that's not the point.) As soon as my feet hit the water my mom called me back because I didn't have any sunscreen on yet. Defeatedly I obeyed and then sunk in disappointment as she told me I had to wait for it to dry before going into the water again so it wouldn’t come off.
But she was quick to distract me with the fact that we had sandcastle buckets with us, so I grabbed the pail and shovel and set to work.
After about ten minutes of me building my magnificent palace which to others may have just seen as a mound of clumpy sand. I became tired of the gruesome labors of building an architectural masterpiece, so I decided it was time for what I had been waiting for. I turned and looked at my mom in hopes that she would understand my question. And she did. With a head nod of approval, I bolted into the water.
B. second event
The time had come, and it was better than any other beach day. I was splashing around and having a blast as the waves crashed against my tiny legs. Soon enough most of my family ended up in the water along by my side. My older sister was boogie-boarding while my dad was trying to teach my sister some better tactics, my mom and my aunt chatting up a storm, and I was just walking around in the shallows having the time of my life.
Soon enough, I needed to talk to my mom about something, it slips my mind today as to what it was, but it must have been super important because I started to swim over to her, away from the super shallow areas.
But obviously, as the ninja-like five-year-old that I was, I didn't want her to know that I was coming, so I stealthily swam over to her and my aunt. Little did I know, that would be my biggest mistake.
Suddenly my aunt let out a heart-wrenching scream and proceeded to yell “Oh my gosh, there's a jellyfish!”
IV. Crisis/turning point
My mother looked down in time to see the filmy substance floating near her feet and began to panic. She started to flail her arms and legs in the water, not realizing the fact that her daughter had been almost right behind her at this point. As she freaked out, I didn’t know what to do, but the next thing I know, my mother is tumbling backward toward me.
She fell right on top of me and I was down for the count. I lost all of what little footing I had in the water and was completely submerged. My mom soon realized that she had fallen on top of her five-year-old and tried to get off of me as fast as possible. In pushing herself off of me I was pushed further under the water. When she ended up backing away and I was able to get some footing, my head peaked out from the water for just a second but it didn't last long until a giant wave came over me and took me back under.
At this moment my mom is freaking out, and so was I. Sand and salt made their way into my eyes and throat as I tumbled closer to shore. Then suddenly sweet relief.
As I tumbled aimlessly through the water, I felt something grab me and I was yanked from what I thought to be my salty demise.
V. Gift/Lesson
My mom held me in the air, rather Simba-like I might add, so that I could regain my composure and my breath. I was saved.
After the events unfolded, my dad was finally able to make his way over to see what had happened. He made his way to the scene of the crime to get a look at the “jellyfish”. He had a look of disappointment and then started to laugh hysterically as he reached down for it. As his hand came out from the water, in his fist, a plastic bag.
Everyone started to laugh, and to this day I find it to be one of my favorite childhood memories with my family. Even though I almost died because of the pollution.
Just some words to live by, things may not always be what they seem, always pick up your trash... and watch out for falling moms.
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