Personal Narrative On The Beach

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I set my big bag filled with sunscreen, sunglasses, and towels down on the sandy floor. I laid out the big black sheet onto the ground with care. My mom came over and sat down on the sheet, wiping sweat off her face. She took a sip of her water bottle and then handed it to me. I practically chugged it. We were so hot because it took us almost an hour to find a place to set our stuff. The beach was packed that day, and wherever we went, we’d either be too close to the water, too far away from the water, or very close to another person’s set up. I looked over to the shiny, dark blue water. I just wanted to jump in and let the waves take me away. I nudged my mom and smiled.

“May I go in a while?” I asked.

My mom simply replied, “Yes, just don’t …show more content…

I jumped over the water, and when a huge wave would come, I’d run out of the water before it touched me. I jumped and ran for about 10 minutes. I wanted to go back to my mom, mostly because I was bored and she always made me happy. I turned around and began to walk back. I scanned the scenery, trying to find my mom and a big black sheet, but everything was so… blurry. I walked up a little more, and I stretched my eyes out like I used to before I had my glasses. All I saw were a variety of blankets, beach balls, and families. I saw everything except MY mom. I turned to the side and looked. Nope. Just more families and blankets. I walked up to the middle, approximately where we were. I started to panic. I couldn’t think straight. I began to run around, looking at everyone’s faces. I looked like an idiot, I’m sure of it, but I didn’t have a choice. I was a 10-year-old girl who couldn’t see and was most likely directionally challenged. I was fearful, but I didn’t give up hope. I took a deep breath and tried to retrace my steps. But, I couldn’t when everything looked so similar and especially because I suck at keeping calm in tough situations. It’s just not me. I began to panic even more. I was breathing extremely heavily. I ran even faster and looked around. I couldn’t help it, as I said I am not one to be …show more content…

Where are you?!”, as I am not one to be loud as well. If you want me to be loud in a situation, you have to be trying to murder me because I am too embarrassed to speak half of the time. I looked around at the people. But, as weird as it sounded, they didn’t care. They didn’t even look at me. They laughed, smiled and talked about how their vacations were going. They didn’t even acknowledge that I was starting to cry. It started off as a few drops of tears, then the waterfalls came. I hid my face at this point. I never really cried, I never had a reason to. But now, it was different. A million thoughts crossed my mind. I was scared, worried, nervous, upset: things I never really truly felt. This could be for real. What if I was lost forever? What if my mom never finds me, or I never find her? I cried even more. I wondered how these people just ignored it, my loud sobs and my worried looks. Maybe they thought I was just one of those spoiled children, who if they don’t get what they want, they would have a fit and potentially run away. But, I wasn't one of those kids. I was just simply looking for my mom. By this point, I couldn’t handle it anymore! I ran as fast as I could and moved my head around. I searched and searched for as long as I could. And there she was, standing on the beach crying, holding a phone to her ear.

I ran over, yelling to her. I cried harder than ever. She dropped her phone and smiled. We ran into a hug, like the kind you’d

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