Zzztt! Zzztt! Zzztt! That’s a feeling I’ll always remember from when we were going to the beach in Puerto Penasco. (You probably don’t know where that is.)

We had a cabin right next to the beach! So we got there real quick. When we got there it was high tide! I started to run across the sandy beach. The sand swallowing my feet the whole way. When my dad, my brother, and I got to the water… Cold! Cold! Cold! We all screamed our lungs out. I had goose bumps all over my body and I was shivering. The water felt like ice!

My dad and I went to the deep water and swam a little. Then I went with my brother at the shallow water. The waves roared “Ssshhh! Ssshhh! Ssshhh!” Over and over again. The waves knocked us down every time we tried to get up. Then, when I was getting up because it was time to go…

Zzzttt!

“Aauugghh!” A jellyfish stung me! I was laying on the sand. My foot felt like it was on fire. My dad rushed towards me like lightning. My dad and my brother picked me up. “Cris! Cris! Cris!” I could hear my dad say.

You could see where the jelly fish stung me because there were big red marks where the tentacles where. So when we got back to the cabin my dad said, “Go and rest my foot.” It took 2 hours for it to stop hurting.

The next morning my dad said “it was time to go.” I was belligerent. I didn’t want to leave, not now, not yet, not ever! “Okay,” I finally said. We packed and left the beach and Puerto Penasco. I will never forget that day the jellyfish stung me. Next time I’ll be much more careful.

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