I’ve lived in SoCal for most of my life. So, it’s no surprise I like the beach, even though I don’t know how to swim, hate crowds and wouldn’t dare be caught dead in anything less than burqa-esque attire.

Last weekend (after much begging and pleading in the past), my boyfriend finally took me to the beach. While I was standing on the pier, I watched as the waves reached the shore. I was looking down at the sand (and aside from the phallic art that adorned it was somewhat amusing) and thought of one memorable visit to la playa.

I must’ve been 3 or 4 years old. I was standing on the sand and watching as the water crept upon the shore. It was pretty fascinating. I played a game of “tag” with the water. Oh what fun it was.

Then I remember standing there. It seemed like all of a sudden, I felt like I was underwater. My hearing felt muffled, but I could hear a faint buzzing sound. And as I looked up, everything seemed to be moving in a circular motion. I tried to move forward, but as I was just too dizzy. The last thing I remember is looking up at the sky…

before I faceplanted.

I don’t recall being hurt from falling flat on my face, but the feeling of water and sand up my nose and in my mouth sure didn’t feel good. I just remember my parents picking me up and taking me to the car. I was crying, and I think it was more from the embarrassment than the pain.

Though I can’t remember much else, one thing’s for sure — my brother and sister wouldn’t let me forget. And it wouldn’t be the only time I would kiss the ground I walk on.

Lesson learned: Get your reflexes checked.