We had arrived at the beach on Sunday, May 18th and were all anticipating the upcoming fireworks. The family members that I always vacationed with were there. My Grandparents and my cousin Dalton, my Mom and Dad and my older sister Lauren. That night we had went out Sharky’s to eat them went to the amazing firework show. The next morning was like every morning since we had arrived. I was awoken by the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen. I have to say that the smell of bacon may be the only thing that would drag me out of bed at 8:00 AM. I turned the corner as I came out of my bedroom and saw my grandmother standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Not just any breakfast though, she was cooking my favorite breakfast; bacon, eggs, grits and biscuits. She knew the way to my heart and it was bacon!
After breakfast we all changed into our swimsuits and my Mom began to lather sun block on my cousin and me. While my Mom was making …show more content…
Soon we saw a truck driving down the beach towards where my grandparents and sister were waiting. It was the Bay County Sheriff’s Department. The truck had a surf board in the back. The man jumped out of his truck, grabbed his board and began swimming out to where we were. When he approached us he asked if we were all okay and was anyone worse off than the others. We pretty much agreed that my Dad was in the worst shape since he didn’t have a floatation device and had taken in a lot of water before making it to my Mothers float. The deputy then put my Dad one the front of the surf board and told him to use his arms and swim as hard as he could. He told the rest of us to hang on to the back of the board and kick as fast as we could. We all did the jobs we were given. We swam parallel to the shore line and in no time I could feel the sandy bottom of the ocean beneath my feet. We had done it! We were safely back on
After breakfast we all changed into our swimsuits and my Mom began to lather sun block on my cousin and me. While my Mom was making …show more content…
Soon we saw a truck driving down the beach towards where my grandparents and sister were waiting. It was the Bay County Sheriff’s Department. The truck had a surf board in the back. The man jumped out of his truck, grabbed his board and began swimming out to where we were. When he approached us he asked if we were all okay and was anyone worse off than the others. We pretty much agreed that my Dad was in the worst shape since he didn’t have a floatation device and had taken in a lot of water before making it to my Mothers float. The deputy then put my Dad one the front of the surf board and told him to use his arms and swim as hard as he could. He told the rest of us to hang on to the back of the board and kick as fast as we could. We all did the jobs we were given. We swam parallel to the shore line and in no time I could feel the sandy bottom of the ocean beneath my feet. We had done it! We were safely back on