On a hot boiling day it was waitangi day.I was so hot that i sweating like a warthog.I walked down my driveway and I saw the beach.The beach was high tide,so I asked my mum can we got the beach she said yes so quickly ran to get my togs and towel.
Mum said should we make a lunch and buy lunch,I said make a lunch.I wasn't bothered to go to the shop. so mum mum made lunch we had chicken sandwiches,chips and cold water.
We went to the beach and there was heaps of kids bombing of the rocks.I ran as fast as could to the rocks until the I burnt my feet from the sand.It was boling hot that I did not wan’t to go on the sand again,only that day.
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Hi Marama,
I hope you are okay and maybe you should read it out loud before you post on your blog anyway's keep it up.
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