Once I went to Sea World and we (as in me, my mom my dad and my cousin and my uncle, aunt, and two more cousins) were having so much fun. We went to the dolphins and they looked so beautiful.

“The gray shiny shadows looked so beautiful,” I said.

My mom smiled. The dolphin kept coming and
swimming away until one finally got in front and I touched it. It felt wet, cold, and like plastic but my finger slipped and… BITE! There, it happened, it bit me and I cried. But I still have a mark of that.