That white foamy boundary

I remember the days when I used to come here with mommy. She would sometimes laugh so hard when I splash the seawater on her. It's hard to see her laugh at home.
She would keep saying to me that it's late and I have played enough. She would keep telling me to not go deep inside.
"Sophie, don't go deep. The waves are high!", she would scream from behind.
"It's shallow here mommy..", I would shout in a complaining tone.
She then would come next to me, and whisper, "You see the white bubbled foamy water here, that's your boundary baby. You shouldn't cross that."
I would rant on that and always end up getting a beating. I always cried when I returned from the waters.
I never understood why mommy never let me deep inside the waters. The foamy white water is not even water. Mommy said she never crossed that boundary in her childhood. She wanted me to do the same.
It sometimes stops two inches farther. Sometimes, it touches my feet and goes back. They don't seem to have a pattern.
I never understood why I shouldn't cross that white foamy boundary and I haven't yet. I still fight to go further inside the clean blue waters.
Only that I don't know whom I am fighting with.
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Art by J Reifsnyder