The waves were pounding the sand viciously, and the water was a gray blue color. Seaweed was everywhere and I was worried that it could wrap around my ankles in my arms. It had stormed the day before causing massive waves, and the sky remained cloudy and gray. It smelled strongly of salt. I paused for a moment to rid myself of red seaweed that wrapped around my ankle. I continued swimming, because I spotted my Dad’s head bobbing in the waves. I swam towards him, but I got another piece of seaweed tangled around my legs. I shook the seaweed off, and turned back towards the waves. A massive white-cap was coming right at me. I didn’t have time to do anything, it grabbed me, and all I could see was water and foam. I couldn’t breathe, and the water tumbled me around. My knee scraped the sand, and at least I could tell which direction was up. I swam towards the surface and coughed out some water. The massive wave was behind me now, and it broke on the sand, gliding up the beach, bringing seaweed and debris with it. I treaded water for a little bit, and then I turned and headed back to shore.