Keeping an eye on the little one

The skies were clear and blue as could be. The waves splashing on the shore, little kids making sand castles and people plotted everywhere. My first time at ocean city was adventuress. I was a little kid. I can remember it like it was yesterday. “Tyler lets go get our feet wet,” my sister yelled. “Alicia make sure you keep an eye on your brother” my mother said. As soon as I get the go ahead from my mom I sprint over to the ocean and my sister follows behind yelling, “hold up Tyler” while dodging everybody in her way. The closer I get the louder the waves splashing against each other are. Standing there our feet get wet and sink slowly into the sand. Five minutes later I look over to my sister and wait a minute she’s not there. I look around in panic. I knew that my parent’s umbrella was yellow, red, and white and if you looked at long enough it would make you dizzy. Sprinting around I look for that umbrella but every one I look at looks just like my parents. My heart beating faster and faster every minute with no sign of them. I keep on running around and still no sign. A couple suddenly stop me because they see that I cant find my parents and they try to help me. “My parents are gone forever,” I say. I cry none stop until I hear “son” it’s my parents. Three miles away they find me.

-The lesson is that you shouldn’t let little kids watch other little kids.

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