My Survival Sory. By Giancarlo Sosa Morgado

Once when I was visiting Puerto Vallarta with
my mother and we went to the beach.

We were swimming all day and from 6 in the afternoon the

tide rose and we decided to leave, we must bear
in mind that at that age I still did not know swim
and my mom wasn't a great swimmer either. 

So we headed for the exit but we had to go through

a stone path like a bridge or through the sand,
risking a sea wave grabbing you.  

 Since I wasn't wearing flip-flops I decided to run as fast as
possible through the sand but unfortunately a
wave grabbed me and my towel. 

 Luckily another wave came after me and miraculously threw me
to the shore and I managed to grab a rock