My Life with a Wave
I went to a beach in Florida. The burning sun was in my eyes as I looked at the dark blue ocean. The sand was still mushy from the high tide and I stepped on a hermit crab that was trying to hide in the sand. The waves were pretty strong and active. I wanted a wave to take home in my wagon. But first I had to find a good wave, not one that would cause chaos at my house and my parent's would go nuts. I found that doesn’t look bad. It was pretty hard to bring it home because it kept pulling back. When I came home with my wagon, and my wave I got in my room. It jumped out of the wagon and chaos began. It destroyed my room. I tried to chase it and put it in a cooler. But it was too fast. I opened the window but it did not go out. Then I said, "Come and get me!" It started to chase me and I led it to the beach and I surfed on it. Then I saw a tidal wave. Oh no not again!
Mrs. Occhicone's Class | Pocantico Hills School
created by Terry Hongell 10/03