Personal Narrative: Fishy Beach
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It tasted like fishy beach. Texture-wise, it was firm, it wasn’t too bad, but it tasted like beach. A better way to explain is, when you pick up an old seashell at the beach, and you smell something inside it living. You might think it was a Hermit Crab or something, but it might have been a sushi. After I ate the first one, I couldn’t eat the second one; my parents looked at me as if I was crazy, but it was actually that terrible. When I slid the plate over to my father, he gave my mom and my sister the same exact look.
It tasted like fishy beach. Texture-wise, it was firm, it wasn’t too bad, but it tasted like beach. A better way to explain is, when you pick up an old seashell at the beach, and you smell something inside it living. You might think it was a Hermit Crab or something, but it might have been a sushi. After I ate the first one, I couldn’t eat the second one; my parents looked at me as if I was crazy, but it was actually that terrible. When I slid the plate over to my father, he gave my mom and my sister the same exact look.