In the weekends we went to Wenderholm Beach, on the North Shore, by bus and by car for our church picnic. Not long after we arrived we began to play volleyball. POW! The ball spiked to the ground! “Woah, I can feel the vibration” I said.
On the other side of the space where our picnic was happening they were playing cricket.
YEAH! With the sound of my uncles voice cheering on for his team - WHACK! The tennis ball was connected with the cricket bat and the ball went flying into the sea. JINKES! That was a big hit man. “Hey bro, are you puffing already?” my brother yelled.
Next we played touch on the hard sand. While we were playing I noticed my sister, Lenna, was drawing her name in her own special style.
After we played our Activities my mum and I took off with a plastic bag to put our kina’s in, being followed by my cousin and her friend, they were way to hard to get out as if they are super glued onto,the solid rocks but worst of all they are spiky as a cactus, we needed a knife in one hand but the other bear handed.
After all that fun we started to pack all our stuff away and then got on the bus for our ride home. Once we got home I crashed out on the couch, snoring.
