Small town living is the life for me cont….
Last week’s column was the story of 11-yearold Tiffany’s dreams coming true and coming to live in Okeene. But just as kittens turn to cats and tadpoles turn to frogs, 17-year-old Tiffany had dreams to see the world beyond Okeene.
The release of “The Little Mermaid” in 1989 had a profound effect on me and in the summer of my sophomore year of college my oceanic dreams came true. I traveled with a church group to Florianopolis, Brazil and I saw the ocean for the first time. It was winter in South America, but I was determined to swim. So, we set off for the beach. It was deserted, no surprise and we stripped down to our swimsuits with our teeth chattering and the wind blustering. I walked out into the waves, fascinated by the unceasing movement and the unexpected sounds of the sea. It was bliss. Until a big wave came and knocked me over. My head hit the ocean floor and the constant swirl of incoming waves rolled me over and over and I couldn’t stand up.
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