The waves splash my legs as the warm sand sticks between my toes. Smooth, cold water covers white, swirling shells. Their pointy edges cut my feet As I make my way through the water. Children's laughter catches my attention. Sand castles are beginning to form in front of their buckets.
Seagulls fly through the air looking for food.
As I slowly fall asleep. The last time I saw my grandpa, He was lying in his bed. He was sleeping very peacefully. As I saw him lying in his bed, I started to cry. It got late.