So this is my continuation of my story in comm class.
About 10 years ago it was a beautiful day in july when my family and i decided to go to the beach. All seemed to be normal on brighten 14 that day when all of the sudden, the life guards started to blow their whistles urging everyone to evacuate the water immediatly. Being 8 years old at the time i was having a blast when my mother started to yell “Abraham!! lets go we have to leave now”. hurrying a fast as i could i stopped for a second and looked at the sky, when i saw the beautiful clear blue sky that was there about 20 minutes ago was gone, and it seemed as though Gd himself painted the sky black! finally all packed up we started to make our way back to the car. About half way we found ourselves in the middle of a sand storm on the beach sand was blowing everywhere and anywhere we can possibly imagine. moving at a glacial pace because of my baby brothers stroller it seemed as though we were there for hours trying to get back. finally off the beach my father hurried to get the car and bring to us, when we met a family friend who found a means of shelter to protect ourselves from the storm. there i could hear the awesome sound of the wind blowing, i remember thinking to myself if i would be in the middle of a tornado this is what it would sound like. what seemed like 30 seconds my father finally arrived with car when we all shoved ourselves in the car and drove home