CRACK!!!  My foot. It was a sunny day. We were at the beach.

As we were driving I could hear the waves  crashing. “Look, there’s the islands, let’s stop here.”  When I jumped out of the truck I could feel the wind brushing through my hair . ”There are some sand flies”. I said . When Dad and tramped up, we could see a boat.

“Let’s go hop down”. As I walked suddenly there was no way down unless you jumped off or walked the whole way around. I chose to jump – this was the hard way to find out there was hard sand under the rock.


“That’s the story of my foot” I said.