AM I WALKING ON WATER? I must be Jesus!

On this thanksgiving Friday, mom and dad packed on my belongings and ushered me into the car. I had a feeling. I didn’t know what it was but I rode the momentum. Before I knew it, I was on a moving vessel, with gusting wind billowing through my luscious coat. 
When we landed mom and dad were famished so we picnic’ed perching at the height of a cliff over looking divers looking for endangered rockfish. (Es-hw Sme~nts Community Park)

We then headed to a place. A bigger home called a resort? It was phenomenal. It had a beach loaded with crab and oyster shells, grotto with volcanic formation, and a sandy beach I was forbidden to enter because it was filled with seaweed and goose boop. 
Why, I ask mom, the tides are calling my name? The poops are asking for my blessing.
No, not today, my child, say mom.
What holds tomorrow? Will I chance the rocky waves? Will I dive in and be one with the crustacean?!
I can’t wait