Beach Day!

The very first time I went to the beach I was 8. I was also very scared. My sister told me lots of stories on the plane ride to Florida about sharks in the ocean. Because she was older then me I actually believed everything she said. So we finally arrived at the beach, and I wouldn't get in because i was still scared of all the stories my sister told me. So about a hour later it got really hot so i was okay whatever, so i just got in. My mom and dad took me out a little farther than i could reach, because at the time i was really short. So my sister swam out there with us. I was still terrified, but i had to go because i was already out there. Everything was fine until my sister decided to kick my foot, and i honestly thought it was a shark, so of course i flipped out. I kicked and screamed until my mom brought me back up into the sand. Now because of my sister I honestly hate the beach.

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