Puerto Rico Narrative

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This summer was the best summer ever. On August 8, 2016, I didn’t sleep all night. I left my at 2am, and at 8:00am I left on a plane to what I this is the most magical plane on earth. I went to Puerto Rico. I’ve been dreaming to go to Puerto Rico for as long as I can remember. I remember being in 2nd grade, telling everyone about how I was going to go to Puerto Rico someday. Puerto Rico holds a special place in my heart, because that’s where I’m from. I am a pure Puerto Rican, and I couldn’t be prouder. I have never hid the fact that I am Puerto Rican, I have boasted about it actually. Some people only know of one place in the world that you could be from, and be hispanic and speak spanish. Mexico, and whenever people call me mexican, I get upset, because I am not mexican, I am Puerto Rican. Although, when I was little, I didn’t know the difference, so I would have these arguments with my father about me being Mexican. As I got older he taught me about my family roots, and about the country I’m …show more content…

We got there right after the sun’s peak time ended, so around 3pm, and my breath was taken away by it’s beauty. The sand is so soft, it feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold fall day. When I walked on the beach I could faintly smell the of salt. As I would walk into the water, I could feel my skin tighten as the salt water would touch my skin. Then, as I got out of the water, I could taste the salt lingering on my lips. I have a little cousin who’s 3, and another who’s 9, they’re sisters, and they LOVE to collect shells.Wherever we go, I’m usually in charge of the kids, since I’m the oldest, so I had to watch them. When the waves roll over, and go back these really pretty shells appear. They are these small crescent shells with different colors on the inside. When the wave rolls over and pulls back, the shells appear. My cousins would run up and grab them, then put them in this

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