We decided to go to the beach one afternoon last week to see if anything had changed. You never know, what with the threat of global warming and coast lines dropping off into the sea.
We arrived and there it was, just as we had left it the last time, minus the yummy ice cream shoppe. We trooped down to the water's edge to be sure it wasn't just an illusion. Tiki and Cheeko romped in the waves, Blue followed the track of a horse that had been ridden across the beach, and Neeto and my mother dicussed the litter and how horrid it was that people couldn't keep things beautiful. Yup. The beach was still the same.
I was video taping the boys playing in the ocean when I realized that Cheeko had fallen into the water. Tiki had his back to him and didn't see that another wave was coming and could possibly drag his brother out to sea. Both boys had been carrying their shoes, and Tiki now saw that Cheeko's were floating in the water so he set himself to the task of picking them up while they bobbed about.
I started running toward the boys, yelling at Tiki to forget the shoes and to get his brother. By now Cheeko was crying and he was struggling to stand up. We managed to get him standing and I walked him toward dry land. I realized that I was still holding the camcorder and I must have turned it off at that point, but I don't remember doing so.
Cheeko was shivering from his cold, wet clothes but he had quit crying. A Coast Guard helicopter flew down the coast line then and he turned to watch it. Then he asked, "Are they coming to rescue me?"
I got the whole thing on the camcorder, well, the part where Cheeko fell and then a lot of my feet, and me yelling. Unfortunately, I didn't get the part where Cheeko asked his question. Oh well. I don't think he mind being rescued by his dumpy mommy instead of a fit Coastie.
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