When I was 5, my parents to bring me on a family vacation, to Chadwick Beach in Seaside Heights. As I ran onto the sand I felt how the soft sand was in between my toes and the pointy seashells poking at my feet. I embraced the sweet summer air. As the waves crashed on the shore the dry sand got sprayed with salty water, including me. My mom called me to take a picture. I heard a wave behind me and as i turned around there it was. A four foot wave coming straight towards me. I stopped, froze, and began to shiver. I tasted salt water and I knew it was coming down on me. As the cold ocean wave dropped on me and I got sucked in, but then I felt a hand. It was my dad fiercely pulling me up. But I was so wet I couldn't even pick myself up. As I was walking back to the beach house, I was dripping and filled with sand. I was only 5, so it was kind of hard to keep myself up, my dad finally started to carry me home. My mom was shocked, but after my bath I was out cold on the couch with the soothing sound of waves. When I woke up my mom asked, " Why are you listening to waves when you just got sucked in by one? " " Mom, I only like the waves that don't want to hurt me!"
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About Me
- Mallory
- Edison, New Jersey, United States
- I like to read and write about thrillers. I like to study on hirstorical battles that took place local to me like the "The Battle of Bunker Hill" and many other cool things to!
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