Personal Narrative: The Beach

Birds tweeted, waves crashed and the familiar salty smell filled the air around us. As we got closer to the house, you could smell the salty water and hear people yelling on the beach. The drive always seemed to take forever but it was all worth it once we pulled in to the long driveway of the house.

We stayed in the same house almost every time we went. The beach was in walking distance from the house and there was a small shower outside to wash off any sand you have left on you. There was a pool in the back. When we weren't at the beach we were in the pool. I loved that beach so much, even though we never go to it anymore. The long grass along a wooden bridge leading you to the beach, the calm waves, the seagulls always trying to take your food. There was almost never a boring time when we were there. As soon as we got to the beach my brother and I would kick off our flip flops and ran across the burning hot sand and jump into the water. My grandpa would set up a huge umbrella over the towels my mom had laid out. The waves would crash right
Get out of the water!” “Help!” I tried to yell but all I got was a mouthful of water. The lifeguard still screeched “Everyone out of the water!” but nobody seemed to notice I was stuck. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I was able to get out from the water. My eyes felt like they were on fire and I could barely breathe. There was wet sand all over my body, face, and hair, but I was too shook to care. “Maggie! Where are you!”I heard my dad yell. I ran through the water to the shore. My legs felt like collapsing. Which they did. As soon as I got to my parents, my legs collapsed and I fell straight onto the towel. The towel felt as soft as a bear in this moment. My grandparents dog ran towards me and stroked its soft head against my arm. “What happened? Why didn't you come back? You could have died!” My mom