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Vignettes Drowning Swimming, my family and I were planning a fun trip to the beach. We woke up early in the morning to start our 4-hour drive. My dad and my uncle planned to meet up and follow each other. It was a long drive I slept most of the time, but when I woke up we were already there. My parent had already checked in, so my cousins and I went to the beach. I got into the water till out of nowhere my arm got caught in seaweed. I screamed and yelled till the lifeguard came and helped me. I was so scared. Foot My first-time ice skating it was a warm day my cousin Sammy and my two brothers went to the ice skating rink. We paid and got our ice skates. It was blue and I got a size 7, but when I put it own it was very uncomfortable. When I first entered the ice rink I was scared. My cousin lived in the ice rink, he went ice skating a lot. So as I stepped foot in the ice it was very hard I kept falling down but after ten minutes. Then I got balanced up and stood. I started skating but I kept falling down till I twisted my leg and broke my foot. So I had to leave Lost …show more content…

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