One time, me, my sister, and my cousin all went to play in the ocean. We went deeper and deeper and deeper. Way past their usual max. Almost past mine. We played in the water and jumped over the waves crashing across our chests.
Then a really big wave came! "I love these!" I thought. And I did, because an ocean spray on the face is nice sometimes. This was the kind of wave that would usually cause my sister and cousin to sputter, "Uh.... BYE!" and run screaming to the shore. They stayed perfectly fine, though. The wave raced towards us. Practically in sync, they dived into the wave. My awe nearly caused the wave to take me under.
That was my breaking point. I lowered my humungous goggle facemask, and waited for another giant wave. I would ABSOLUTELY NOT let my sister and cousin do something I couldn't. Game on. The wave was coming. My head was lowering. No turning back. I felt the cool water envelope my body. A beautiful turquoise sensation covered the lenses of my goggles. I took a big breath of air and screamed, "I am SO doing that again!"