Personal Narrative On The Beach

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I was 8 years old and it was the perfect day for the beach. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, perfect… at least then it was. Little did I know the wind would kick up and everything would go wrong. I was at the beach and my family decided to go for a swim in the enchanting ocean, but I decided to keep my aunt company on the beach instead. As me and my aunt were talking I noticed the slight drop in temperature and the wind seemed to pick up in an matter of minutes. I got a feeling that something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Things started blowing down the beach at rapid speeds and I shield my eyes as I hear in a urgent, desperate yell “look out.” I saw something out of the corner of my eye and it was coming fast. BAM!!! Something hits my head something big. My aunt yells, “Will! Are u ok... Will?”
“Umm I’m not sure” I respond in a weak pitiful voice.
“What happen?’ Says my aunt. …show more content…

She stands there in the middle of the crowd with a petrified stare right at my head . When I get to my aunt she's pointing at my head in peer terror. I reach up and touch my head, it burns as bad as a fire. I look at my hand dark red, I hear the screaming now. I feel sick and then my knees start shaking and I start to worry if I’m gonna be okay and before I know it i'm on the ground. Everything goes white I'm light headed now and then someone flashes over my head. It's a lady yelling “You get me some fresh water, you get me something to clean it

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