Lost At Sea

I love the beach, but I never knew how dangerous the waves can be as it gets dark.
One morning last summer as I woke up, my mom got a phone call from one of her good friends, and she invited us to Carmel Beach later in the day around seven P.M.. When the sun began to set around six thirty P.M. we started to get ready to go. We arrived there at the right time, and we began to settle down. My friend and I went off to play as my mom and her friend were talking. As it started to get a little late, I noticed that the waves started to get a little rough, and the tide started to come in. My mom and her friend were talking too much, and they were not paying any attention and a big wave came too close and took some of their belongings like her purse, picnic basket, and a few other things.
My mom panicked and rushed in the water, and so did I. My mom and I were able to recover everything but some damage had been done. When I gave my mom her purse, she noticed that one of her credit cards was missing. I ran back in there like a missal and luckily found it. I gave my mom her credit card and went to take a shower behind the restrooms all the way in the back without telling my mom. As I was taking a shower I could hear some yelling but I didn’t know what it was.
My mom not knowing I had left the beach, had thought I had been swept in by the waves, and she yelled BLOODY MARY!!! She was running around like someone had taken her bananas and her face was covered in tears. She came close to the showers, and I said, “Hey mom, are we ready to go”? acting like nothing had happened. She ran to me and hugged me like I was a million dollars and she was crying so hard that I can see a swimming pool in her eyes. I felt really bad about no telling her where I had gone. I never want to see my mom like that ever again and the most important thing I learned was that to always tell my mom where I go especially at the beach!