One of the best parts of Peru is that the ocean is not very far away. Growing up in New Jersey we didn’t go to the shore very often but when we did it was fun. Now my time here I have gone to the beach a lot and it’s always been fun.
The last time that we went the waves were so violent and crazy that they reached the top of the shoreline so. The waves would get so high sometimes that it would almost reach our things, so we of course made a moat. When a wave finally made its way to our stuff luckily it stopped it to where it didn’t get to our things. But as I and two friends went to go get something to drink a wave broke through our beautiful blockade and soaked our things. Instinctively, I went to counterattack the ocean because it made the first strike and I was determined to get it back. But I forgot that the ocean is a lot bigger than me. Basically picture myself running at the edge of the water screaming: “This is Sparta!” and then proceeding to get my butt kicked thoroughly. I play a lot of video games and sometimes when a character is incapacitated you can move their body around like a ragdoll, thus the term ragdoll. The ocean made me a ragdoll. The waves crashed down on me and would keep going back because I seemed to have enjoyed the whooping.
But after a while I got out and found sand everywhere. Places where sand should never be. After we sat around and talked about how we wished that we had an American football. We were all very tired and sweaty and having a great time, and then I decided that the ocean and I were going to have a winner take all battle; the ocean won. The ocean having won again boasted its mighty battle cry of its waves crashing down of the sandy beaches. But if I ever get the opportunity to come back and fight the ocean again, you can bet I’ll be there.
The last time that we went the waves were so violent and crazy that they reached the top of the shoreline so. The waves would get so high sometimes that it would almost reach our things, so we of course made a moat. When a wave finally made its way to our stuff luckily it stopped it to where it didn’t get to our things. But as I and two friends went to go get something to drink a wave broke through our beautiful blockade and soaked our things. Instinctively, I went to counterattack the ocean because it made the first strike and I was determined to get it back. But I forgot that the ocean is a lot bigger than me. Basically picture myself running at the edge of the water screaming: “This is Sparta!” and then proceeding to get my butt kicked thoroughly. I play a lot of video games and sometimes when a character is incapacitated you can move their body around like a ragdoll, thus the term ragdoll. The ocean made me a ragdoll. The waves crashed down on me and would keep going back because I seemed to have enjoyed the whooping.
But after a while I got out and found sand everywhere. Places where sand should never be. After we sat around and talked about how we wished that we had an American football. We were all very tired and sweaty and having a great time, and then I decided that the ocean and I were going to have a winner take all battle; the ocean won. The ocean having won again boasted its mighty battle cry of its waves crashing down of the sandy beaches. But if I ever get the opportunity to come back and fight the ocean again, you can bet I’ll be there.