Dear Diary,

I just returned from my first trip to the beach. It was different than I expected. The water scared me a bit, but I tried to act cool in front of my little sister. I couldn’t let her know how much the crashing waves scared me.

Building sand castles in the sparkling white grains of sand was a blast, and I even had a chance to bury my sister. This is every brother’s dream, right? Well, not really, and she was able to break free from the sand wall that I had built around her.

My favorite place wasn’t at the beach, it was sitting on the balcony. I loved looking down at the emerald green waters. Maybe when we do go back again, I won’t be afraid to wander out a little farther into the water. Dad seemed to enjoy it a lot. Mom was a lot like me. She just wanted to stay close to the shore.

Jeremiah

P. S. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that we went looking for crabs three nights in a row, but we did not have any luck. It was still fun. My fear of the ocean seemed to disappear in the night.

What was one thing that made Jeremiah really enjoy his visit to the beach?