Thinking about water, I always remember my bad experience at the beach. Seven years ago, during my summer vacation, I went to the PP beach at Phuket. At the time, I was with my mother. The beach was very beautiful. With clean, white sand, and the sun shining down, seemed like the best place to be that day. I heard from my mother that this beach was popular beach. When we arrived, it was still early in the morning, and so we decided to hang out for a while and walk around, and then swimming in the afternoon. When I started swimming, we were having lots of fun, After a couple hours, I noticed that it was getting harder to swim, and I started to drown in the middle of the ocean. I never experienced anything like this before, and I felt so panicked, that I didn’t know what to do. I couldn't even swim enough to make it back to the shore. I really began to think that that I would be stuck there forever and die by drowning. I noticed that the riptide was becoming stronger, and with the waves getting higher, my swim ring was flushed away. I had nothing to hang on to around me, and it made me feel so powerless. I remember struggling some more and I began to scream out for mom’s help, but it seemed that she couldn’t hear me, because of the loud sounds of the waves. I almost gave up yelling for help, when she noticed that I was in trouble. She came and pulled me afloat and swam along side of me. Sometimes, when my friends ask me if I want to go the beach, I have to say to them that I’m busy that day or that I can’t make it. It's not that I want them to think that I don't want...