This is my story of how I started on this path of course creation and writing.
Staring at the ocean, it was turbulent, loud, a refection of my feelings, conflict, so much conflict it made me feel sick. I feel the soft sand underneath my feet as they sunk though the thin veil of sand. I tasted the smell of the ocean in the tears running down my face. In this place and time I felt like I was in a prison.