Personal Narrative
“Why is there a tent over there?” Dylan asked curiously, “I thought the beach was for members only”.
“It’s probably a celebration”,my Dad replied.
“Maby a member got permission to have an wedding”,my Mom exclaimed.
“Is a wedding where people go smoochy, smoochy”,Dylan asked.
“Sort of”,I replied.
The glowing sun beat down on me as I grinded red rocks into red sand to take home and bottle.
“Let's go collect more rocks”,Sam called once he saw I had run out of rocks.
“Do you want to come Lucy”,I asked.
“No I am busy collecting shells for my stick people”, Lucy replied.
We walked along the warm sandy beach to get rocks. I could feel the sand between my toes. The waves reached out their large wet fingers, grabbing sand and pulling it in with them.
“Look”, Dylan stated,”a crab. He picked it up. It was a chestnut brown color and its claws were like giants compared to its body.
He carefully placed it down at the shoreline. It cautiously wandered into
the olive green sea.
“Were here”, Sam yelled,”come help me fill the bucket”.
We started grabbing rocks and throwing them into the minty green bucket. Once the bucket was full we started heading back. I looked up at the sky and saw a peaceful orange glow.
“Sunset”, I whispered,”Its beautiful”. I could see a warm glow of fire coming from just down the beach.
“We're almost there,” Sam exclaimed,”I can’t wait to roast marshmallows”.
When we were back we sat by the fire. The warmth of the flame felt good on the chilly summer evening.
“Lets spy on the wedding”, Lucy suggested.
“Sure but I call using the binoculars”, I replied.
“Be back when you see me flash my light 2 times”, my dad called after us.
We wandered into the darkness. When we reached the sand dooms we got down on our hands and knees and began to crawl closer.
“Will they catch us, Will they catch us, Will they catch us” thoughts swirled through my head.
“Look a fire dancer,”Lucy exclaimed.
“Whats a fire dancer?”Dylan asked.
“A fire dancer is someone who dances with fire,”Sam whispered.
“WOW!”Dylan shreaced.
“Shh,”Lucy whispered”,or they'll see us.
“Take a look over there,”I remarked”,they have seven bottles of wine”.
Suddenly we saw two flashes of light. I felt disappointed to have to go so soon ,but eventually we began to head back to the fire.
“Their was a fire dancer,”Dylan exclaimed.
“And seven bottles of wine,”I remarked.
“We were as sneaky as ninjas,”Sam remarked.
“Did you have?”my Mom asked.
“YES!”we chorused.
The warmth of the fire felt good on the cool summer night. I scanned the faces of my family as I lay in the sand. I couldn’t wait till tomorrow.
