A Seashell To Remember
As the mercury soared above ninety degrees
We piled in the car and headed to the sea
It was dad, mom, sister and me
My sister was twelve, I was four years past three
Once on the beach we roamed around
I found a spot to build a sandcastle
Sis was talking, a boy she had found
And I with the sand, continued to "wrassle"
After a while I got bored
So I headed towards the water
I felt the waves lick my feet
And I ventured further to escape the heat
Suddenly, a big wave lifted me
And carried me out to sea
Back on shore, my sister was searching for me
At the top of her voice she shouted out my name
Her panic set in as she looked to see
If the mighty sea had claimed me
As her tears started to pour
Another wave brought me back to shore
After she saw me she dried her tears
And told me never again to venture out there
"Don't tell mom and dad," she made me swear
And then she gave me a seashell, it was my souvenir!
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