(Author's note - written for The_Weekend_Write-In prompt for this week, memory.
Only a short one - 150 words)

Memory is a funny thing. I remember a scene from my childhood where our family was at the beach. My brother was on a paddle board and I ventured into the water, only to step accidently on a small stingray buried in the sand. The stingray shot up the side of a nearby rock and I leapt out to sea!

Later my brother found he had scratches on his side due to me trying to leap onto the paddle board, but I don't remember that part. Pure instinct had taken over at that point.

I can remember the incident as clearly as anything, but the weird thing is, my brother remembers the same event, but in his memory, he was the one who stepped on the stingray.

Weird, huh?

I'm positive I'm right though...

PS you will be happy to know the stingray slid back into the sea and safely swam away.