Personal Narrative: Moving To The Ocean

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We were all have a blast, but the thing is i could barely move because first off I was only 7 and second off the sand made it even harder than it was already. It was all gooey and squishy that it didn’t want to let go of you, I was like quicksand dragging you down to the ground. We were all having a great time, but then all of a sudden something very bad happened. I quickly fell to the to the ocean floor like an animal when it gets shot, I was balling and screaming. My family and the people around us glared at me like I was a fish swimming out of water. I could tell that they were questioning why i had fallen. My mom ran over as fast as she could to see what was wrong. I told her that I think I got stung by something. And my mom had no doubt