An Early Childhood Memory

This is a vague memory. I was probably around the age of two maybe three, I don't remember exactly. At this point in my life my family lived in Massachusetts. One weekend my mother brother and I went to the ocean, I am unsure if my dad was with us. Anyway, the water that day was cold and the waves were unceasing (which according to recent experience is normal behavior of coastal ocean water). For the longest time I made the waves of that day out to be enormous, monster waves. Due to my recent trip to the Oregon coast, Astoria in particular, I believe that waves crashing into the coast are enormous, monster waves. I remember running from the waves back to the beach and never making it before the waves crashed into me. And as I was running from the waves on the Oregon coast this past summer I was struck with the memory of doing the exact same thing as a toddler in Massachusetts. Like I said, a vague memory.