The first two days we were at the beach it rained. A little disappointing. Mommy and Daddy took us to the pier one evening. It was there we layed eyes on the "real beach." The waves were crashing. The sand was never ending. The ocean went on and on. I wanted on that beach. Fast. But we didn't have our suits. And it was almost supper time. I didn't care. I was quite the pickle. Frowns all around. The highlight of our first pier trip...watching a man catch a little shark. WOW. I want to go fishing now. Daddy is happy. And two days later I would be happy because (yes it rained the next day too) we would be on that beach.
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