J.B.
April 12, 2008
Block 1-Writing

Carmel Beach Dress Disaster

“Dad, I am so happy you finally picked me up. I thought I would be stuck at school forever. Today was terrible.” I said to my dad as he walked in to my after school program. “How about to make today end well we go to the Carmel Beach? You have never been there before and I think you would like it, it is very pretty.” “Well that does sound like fun… ok I’ll go.
Then me and my dad went to the Carmel Beach, he was right it was very pretty and I was starting to feel like the day just might end well. At the time I was only seven and was terrified of water because I had no idea how to swim. It was picture day at school so I was wearing my pretty dress. Earlier on that day something happened that I will never forget. I had to call my mom six times because some boy kept hurting me and I saw the doctor twice that day that was how bad it was. When we got to the beach we walked up to the edge of the water and stopped. You see at the Carmel Beach the sand does not just slope down into the water, it just sort of stops and the water is below. Almost like a sand cliff with the deep, deep water down below. Standing on the edge of the “sand cliff” with my dad we both looked at each other and smiled and gave each other a hug while looking out over the ocean.
“You stay here I will be right back, I just want to go get the camera. Don’t you dare even try to touch that water!” my dad said to me as he walked off to the car.
“Don’t worry dad I don’t like the water remember?” I shouted back to him.
“Just be careful” he yelled with a little bit of irritation in his voice.
“Ok” I yelled with a little giggle of sarcasm.
While he was still walking back to the car I stared out over the ocean thinking how I had never seen anything. Once my dad was out of sight a huge wave came and knocked off the part of the “sand cliff” that I was standing on. At that point I thought I was crying under water because I knew I was done for. Luckily my dad happened to see what happened so I was only in the water for about ten to fifteen seconds when my dad reached into the water with one hand and grabbed the end of my dress which at the time was around my neck and pulled me out of the water. Then I was feeling two things: one, happy to be alive, two, embarrassed but luckily me and my dad where the only ones on the beach.
“Are you alright?” my dad asked hoping that I didn’t drowned
“Yes I am ok just soaking wet!!!” I replied with a slight cough
My dad put me down and I immediately stomped of to the car yelling,
“I thought this day could not get any worse so serves me right!!”
Then we both got in the car and drove home not even trying to get dry.
Ever since that day, even though I am an excellent swimmer, I have never gone back to Carmel Beach. During the time that I was looking out over the ocean I thought this water could never be bad it is just to beautiful. The lesson I learned is that looks can definitely be deceiving. And never go near a pool, ocean or lake with out an adult with out their permission or without being a good swimmer.