We Don't Know the Meaning of Fear

   Friday. I watched my baby sister run, arms open wide, to the edge of the ocean. She splashed in, at first with a little trepidation. But once the ocean became familiar, she knew no fear. Jumping and falling. Drinking the water in and spitting it out. Her innocence kept her mind from the danger surrounding her.
  I stepped into the ocean with my sister and watched her play. I envied her some; her lack of fear. She knew nothing but the of the sky, of the sand, of the salt and the joy thereof. And she embraced the ocean as fully as she could.