My Parents had wike me up early in the morning talking about "get up we're going somewhere." I didn't wanna go "somewhere" I wanted to stay in my bed. But I had no choice, I was forced to go.
Are those birds!?
Since I was being forced to go I decided I was gonna get up and get dressed and eat. As I was eating I heard my mom blurt out the surprise. We were going to the beach! I was really really happy because I had never been to the beach before.
OH MY GOBSTOPPERS!
I had lost all of my excitement in the car. For one reason…. I get car sick :( I was dying. I for real think I passed out a couple of times. So when we had got there I was extremely happy. Because we were there and I didn’t have to die anymore.
The beach was so beautiful. The sand was warm and in my opinion the weather was perfect. I was having so much fun until, those stupid seagulls came. If you know me well, you know that i’m terrified of birds. I thought everything was gonna be perfect and peaceful.
NOPE thanks to those stupid birds. They literally wouldn’t leave us alone. One of them even stole my mom’s sandwich. Eventually I was so scared I made my dad put up our tent from camp, and I went to go hide in it and eat cheeze-it.
I had got tired of eating cheez-itz and I had fallen asleep. At the time my mom was like seven maybe eight months pregnant with my brother. So she had gotten tired and was ready to go home. So we went home, back on that death rode we went. My first time at the beach wasn’t nothing like I expected to be but it was something.