Woosh, splash. Woosh, splash. The waves try to get me. I run to the water. I run back to the sand. With my shovel I dig a big hole.
High tide! Daddy drives the car forward. The water rushes up and fills a pool of water. We lie on our bellies. New friends pull us on the board. Weee!
"Let's look for shells," Grammy whispers to me. We look on the beach and find lots. Plop! The pretty ones go into my bucket. Black, pink, and yellow ones.
Floating over the waves with Daddy, he holds me up and we swim on our bellies. Warm water, bubbles and splashes. It feels good.
Up, up, up we climb the mountain of sand. "I can do it myself!" Rolly-polly down I rush. Fast, faster, "Look at me!"