A long time ago, on a beach far, far away, I went on vacation! The year was 1999; I was almost 4 years old, when my family decided to take an amazing, exciting, fun-filled vacation to Montauk Point, L.I.. My brother and I could hardly wait! Daddy told us that when we got to Montauk, we could go to the beach everyday and build sand castles and dig holes and hunt for seashells and play. Daddy said, "no water", it was too cold and it would freeze my little toes.

When we finally arrived in Montauk, I couldn't wait to get out on the beach! As soon as Mommy and Daddy finished unpacking the car, I ran out onto the sand; it was warm, and I loved it! The fun was endless, as we did so many things. On the Beach, my Daddy dug me a hole as big as me and I used it as my play fort, hiding from my parents and jumping out to frighten them. I was dressed like Peter Pan, my hero, and was able to fly around, with my pixie dust, all over the beach. The wind blew my hair and made me feel like I was really flying. Once, I got a little too close to the water and a wave hit my legs. Daddy was right, the water was as cold as ice! There was a playground right on the beach that my brother and I played on every day. The play structure was shaped like a boat, and I was captain. After a few days of playing on the beach we decided to try something new and different, FISHING. This was the first time I had ever gone fishing with my Daddy so I didn't expect to be any good. On the contrary, I was able to reel-in, with some help, a bass as big as my head! My Mommy and Daddy were so proud; I was proud too. And from that moment on, I thought myself to be quite the fisherman. This was one of the best vacations ever, and I never wanted to leave the beach; but like all trips ours had to come to an end and we left Montauk Point.