A Day at Sumner Beach

A Day at Sumner Beach

On Thursday the twenty seventh of April in Twenty Seventeen, I went to Sumner Beach with my mum, my two little sister’s, my friend Mathan and his mum. I was sleeping over at Mathan’s house when we planned to go, I didn’t bring any swim shorts so Mathan’s mum texted my mum to bring shorts and a shirt  for me when we get there, but when we got there, she said she didn’t read the text and didn’t bring a shirt or a pair of shorts, I had a spare shirt so I had to play`in the water with my only my shirt and my underwear on. Me and Mathan went deeper into the water where the waves were bigger and more powerful, there were some waves that pushed me back a bunch. Then we tried to bury the bottom half of my body in the wet sand, but then the waves washed away all the progress, so then I started to dig a little hole so that when the waves come the water would go inside the hole, and then I would sit inside the hole and it would make a *plop* sound, all the sand that I dug out was used to make a little wall in front of the hole, so that I would see how sturdy the sand was, but then the sand was moved back into the hole by the little waves.

A while later we thought of a game, so me, my older little sister and Mathan went way deeper to where the waves were almost as big as us, the rules of the game was whoever is pushed back by the waves the least is the winner of the game, and whoever is pushed back by the waves the most is the loser. In the first round, the end results were, Me the winner, my older little sister second and Mathan lost. The Second round results were that Mathan was the winner, I lost and my older little sister was second again.#

After that we played in the waves a bit more and soon we left the beach, we used the showers that were available there, washed the sand off of our feet and clothes, changed and left Sumner entirely.

I really enjoyed it at Sumner Beach, I found the waves interesting and awesome, the water was cold, it was very fun and exciting and I would love to go again.

W.A.L.T: Use the correct structure of a recount.