Ocean Descriptive Writing

The sun was glistening on the ocean as I glided in. Thinking to myself that this was the best vacation a fourth grader could have, I observed the ripples as I inhaled the sweet scent of the refreshing water. Boogie board in hand, I swam out farther to catch a wave. Soon, when I had not been paying attention, I realized I had gone out too far. That moment was the first most panic stricken I’d ever been. Noticing the splashes of the waves more than anything, I never became fully aware about how far I’d gone out until it was too late. Not yet to the riptide, lucky me, I was able to catch ahold of myself. I spun myself around, I could just make out my grandmother’s cries, “Christine! Get back here, you’re too far out!” As I swung myself back to catch the board, I felt water up my nose, choked on the salty water, and got yanked under.
Once more, I was submerged under the surface to be slammed against the ocean floor. As I resurfaced, with my lungs on fire, I grasped my board to stay afloat and let the waves push me ashore. Propelling myself, I made it back to shore but in the process, I got shoved onto the beach varied sized rocks. There was no possible way I could push myself to the other beach, so I had no other choice but to stand and pull myself out of murky the water. In the midst of the rocks I cut my legs on shards of sharp-edged stones. Seeing the blood may have made me ten times more shaken then I already