On the beach by the ruins

The sun gleaming down on my shoulders, the wind rushing through my hair, The laughter of children and adults surrounded me, I was sprinting down the beaches of Tulum Mexico. The sand was burning my feet, the wind brushing by my ears sounded like I was on a bike. I had to get away, there was only one way out, I had to go in the turquoise water. I rapidly turned around and saw many people looking at me, their beady eyes gleaming in the Mexican sunlight. The waves were crashing against the rocks lining the beach, I hopped onto the the water doused rock, the sharp edges puncturing my feet, the scent of Taco's and Salsa rushed by me with the wind. I raised my hands, jumped of the rock and into the freezing water. The impact of water on my face was burning, i attempted to open my eyes, but the salt water burned, i knew i ad to open them or else i wouldnt be able to see my way back. Swimming around under the water was amazing, the beautiful fish that swam by were every colour I could think of. The brushed my body there smooth but slimy scales felt tingly on my legs. The time underwater might have bought me some time, but i was running out of air in my lungs. I had to go up, I started kicking and the water rushing down my body felt like ice sliding down my back. A huge splash! and I was on top of the water gasping for air. The water off my lips dropped into my mouth I puckered my lips the salty water tasted horrible. I look up to the shore, i could hear a young boy screaming tears dribbling down his face, i did the breast stroke back to shore when i got up the sand stuck to my feet like mud. Suddenly I felt a couple taps on my shoulder and the I turned, it turns out I didn't win the tag game, now it was my turn to chase them.