Personal Narrative: Working At The Beach

I could see the heat waves swelling off of the sand near the water. The tall water grasses growing a few yards from the beach launch were turning brown and brittle from the constant sun (Woodford). It was supposed to be a hot summer, but even I didn’t think it was going to be this sweltering.
This was my first job ever, and I was so excited to finally have something to do during summer break. I wished I could be out sailing with the other group, but right then I had to stay on the beach and do my job. Nobody told me this summer job was going to be like working in a school yard, but it was worth getting to sail everyday. I glanced around the bay and studied the horizon out of habit. I counted thirteen boats and smiled to myself as some boys …show more content…
Waves lapped up onto my feet as the wind picked up, “Go in the shed!” I yelled over the hollering wind. The kids ran ten yards to the wooden shack, the wind slammed the door shut behind them. I didn’t worry about folding the sails properly, they were snapping in the wind, leaving echos in my ears, and were impossible to control. My short hair was whipping my face, and rain was pelting down. The boats that were farther out were finally coming in and I ran out in the water to meet …show more content…
The sky had darkened and it was getting harder to see. Anchoring the last boat, I tied one more knot to be sure it wouldn’t be pushed over from the wind and I rushed to the shed. The kids weren’t scared, although some of the younger ones were worried. “It’s okay guys,” I told them with a smile. My friend Janice told them they did great getting back as quickly as they did and chatted with them. I peeked out from a slant in the wood wall and saw a burst of sunlight break through a covering of clouds. The rain slowly turned to a drizzle before the shining sun soaked up the puddles. Today everyone got back safely, and I knew everything would turn out fine if you payed attention to