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Rough Draft: Autobiographical Event
I could feel the intense summer heat beating down on my skin on another hot and tropical day in Honolulu, Hawaii. The beautiful sight of the clear as crystal ocean water filled my body with the urge to hurry towards the pure and white beach sand. Accompanied by my mother, sister, and brother, I snatched my beach toys and charged into the cerulean-colored water.
Being as young as five years old, I was one of the most reckless children you would ever meet.
“Honey,” my mother said   “don’t go too far out into the ocean.” I pretended to listen, but I just ignored her. While I was playing in the water, something caught my eye. In the corner of my eye, I saw a dull rock. And on that rock, there was a creature. A flamingo colored starfish to be exact. Intrigued like my five year old self, I trudged toward the interesting sea creature, but while I was walking towards the starfish, I stepped on something. And that something was unknown and it remained unknown for a while. The unknown object I stepped on was pink and it harmed me slightly. Also, it had a texture like jelly.
“What could it be?” I said aloud to myself. Trying to ignore the pain, I continued on making the Hawaiian vacation as fun as I could make it. I kept playing for about fifteen more minutes, but then I heard a sound. That sound was my mother calling me.
“Lunchtime!” my mother yelled.
“Yes!” I said to myself. I was so hungry, my stomach was rumbling like an earthquake that could have broken The Richter Scale. Since I was so hungry, I dashed toward my family like a cheetah. The ocean waves were sloshing back and forth, dancing.
Moments later, I was sitting down on a cheerful and colorful towel, exhausted from all the playing. Then my mother found a concerned look on her face.
“Timmy, honey, what is that on your foot? Did you get hurt?” said my mother nervously.
“Whoa, Timmy! I think you got stung by a jellyfish!” said my brother astonished at my injury.... [continues]

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