Facing the Wave

Posted On Apr 9 2014 by

When I was eleven years old, I got caught in a riptide off the beach in San Diego. Mind you, I was a Navy brat and had spent my childhood in and near the ocean. I’d swam in the surf of Hawaii by the time I was five. What you have to understand about a rip tide is this: you don’t really know you’re caught. You just keep happily splashing and playing, maintaining a sense of denial that the shore is getting farther away. It wasn’t until a lifeguard showed up (a cute one, apparently puberty was kicking in at …