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A Day at the Beach
One sunny day in April, my family and I decided to go to the beach. "Come on," said my dad, who was born in England and loves the sea. "It’ll be a great trip!" I packed my bag with a towel, a plastic bottle of water, and a chocolate bar. My mom, dad, uncle, and I were all excited. "Please bring the fruit," Mom said, and I grabbed apples and tomatoes.
We left our house early and drove far away from the city until we saw the blue ocean. "Who wants to swim first?" Dad asked. "Me!" I shouted, running to the pool of waves in front of the shore. The sand was dry and warm, and I sat down to take off my shoes. "Be careful not to fall," Mom warned, but I was too happy to mind.
At the beach, there were lots of people—rich and poor, young and old. A clever girl nearby was drawing a star in the sand with a stick. "That’s pretty," I said, and she smiled. My uncle, who’s the leader of our family trips, set up a picnic area. "Let’s have lunch," he said, and we ate rice, soup, and a salad with tomatoes. "This is better than wine," Dad joked, but we all laughed.
After lunch, we played games. "Let’s have a race," my uncle suggested. "I bet I can run faster than you!" I challenged him, and we dashed along the shore. He caught up with me quickly, but I didn’t mind. "You’re getting better," he said, patting my back. Later, we joined a beach club and played volleyball. "The more we play, the more fun we have," I thought.
In the middle of the afternoon, I felt tired, but there was still so much to do. "Would you like to search for shells?" Mom asked. "Yes, please!" I said. We found a pink shell and a pair of white ones. "Let’s take a photo," Dad said, pulling out his camera. We posed in front of a mountain of rocks, and the picture turned out well.
By evening, the sun was setting, and the sky turned pink and orange. "This is like a magazine picture," Mom said, snapping another shot. We sat on a cotton blanket, and I wrote down the day’s events in my diary. "Don’t be late to eat dinner," Dad reminded us, and we hurried to the beach café.
At the café, I looked at the menu. "I’ll have a hamburger," I said, and Mom ordered rice. The waiter, a friendly man, brought our food, and we talked about the day. "I’m not angry with anyone," Dad said, laughing. "This was a success." My uncle agreed, and we all felt at home, even though we were far from our house.
Before leaving, we bought stamps at a small shop to send postcards. "Write to Grandma," Mom said, and I did, telling her about the pandas we saw at a nearby zoo. "They were so cute," I wrote. Later, we packed up, and I locked our cooler box. "Goodbye, beach," I said, waving as we walked to the car.
On the drive home, I fell asleep, dreaming of rabbits hopping on the sand and stars shining above. "What a wonderful day," I thought. The next morning, I woke up and realized I’d left my ring at the beach. "Oh no!" I cried, but Mom said, "Don’t worry. We’ll go back next season."
That day taught me that the beach is a special place, full of fun and surprises. "The more we visit, the more we love it," Dad said, and I knew he was right. I can’t wait to go again soon!