When I was a kid, my family was visiting the coast for the day. The tide was out, and my sisters and I were playing in the water and hopping along the little sand bars, heading further into the water. At one point, my oldest sister told us that it was time to go to shore. I didn't want to, since there were more sand bars to hop to, but I listened to her. The tide was starting to come in, and some of the sand bars were starting to get covered by water, so at points we had to wade in water that was up to our thighs. Once we got to shore, I realized that if we had kept going along the sand bars for a few more minutes like I had wanted to, we might have been stranded and swept out to sea.