{"id":183,"date":"2017-05-24T14:26:00","date_gmt":"2017-05-24T14:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/24\/life-aquatic\/"},"modified":"2017-05-24T14:26:00","modified_gmt":"2017-05-24T14:26:00","slug":"life-aquatic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/24\/life-aquatic\/","title":{"rendered":"Life Aquatic"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>I could not wait to get into the water so I ignored my mother&#8217;s order to walk and not run towards the surf.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>This was the early 80s and unlike kids today I did not have to wait to apply sunblock or unload a myriad tools. No, all I had to do was open the car door and jet out towards the water with my parent&#8217;s yells become less loud with every rushing step. I stuck to the shallower part of the beach for some minutes allowing the frothy water tickle my toes. This made me shiver. Eventually I stepped further into the beach and started to really size up the waves breaking up ahead.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I must have taken a step to far before I realized I was out of my depth and instinctively turned around to head to dry sand. Too late, a big heavy wave pulled me towards it and heavy water pounded on my shoulder and head like a hammer. The next sensation was the pressure at my back pushing me into the depths while my scream let out a hundred air bubble out. Next came the sting of a rock hitting my knee and the feeling that this would never end. Somehow I found footing and I raised myself enough to get some air. That&#8217;s when the next wave hit and I was plunged back into the fear. Finally I felt a tug at my hand as my dad fished me out.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>When I cleared my eyes I saw him standing there with the water barely lapping his shins. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Years later, right before he died he retold me recounted his memory of that day. He said he thought I&#8217;d be okay in life because moments soon after this happened I was once again chortling out belly laughs while in the surf while occasionally keeping an eye on the breaking waves.<o:p><\/o:p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I could not wait to get into the water so I ignored my mother&#8217;s order to walk and not run towards the surf.&nbsp; This was the early 80s and unlike kids today I did not have to wait to apply sunblock or unload a myriad tools. No, all I had to do was open the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/24\/life-aquatic\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Life Aquatic&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2,23,125,584,335,338,6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=183"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}