A Favorite Memory

A favorite memory of mine is when I went to Misquamicut Beach with my aunt, my uncle, two cousins, and my brother when I was fourteen. I helped my four-year-old cousin dig a huge hole in the sand. Unfortunately, we started digging too close to the water, so the waves kept filling our hole with water and sand. My little cousin was using the only shovel we had, so I had to dig with my hands, but I didn't mind. I was just glad to be spending time with him. After a while, I gave up digging the hole and wanted to go swimming, so my uncle watched my little cousin so I could. I played in the gigantic waves and teased my other cousin and my brother, both of whom were twelve. Later, my uncle told my twelve-year-old cousin and me to watch my four-year-old cousin. We decided to take turns watching him. During my turns to watch him, I played in the shallow water with him and made sure not to play too rough with him- after all, he was only four. While my twelve-year-old cousin watched him, I looked for pretty shells, talked to my aunt, and played in the deeper water.

This memory is really special to me because I enjoy playing with my little cousin so much. He is a cute kid, and he says the funniest things. This memory is also important to me because it was one of the few times my aunt took me to the beach, and the only time I got to spent time with my twelve-year-old cousin at the beach. Most of the time he only pays attention to my brother. I like being around him because I can tease him and he doesn't get mad at me for it. He just teases me right back, and I like that. We have a lot of fun when we do. This memory is one of my favorites because I got to hang out with him, my little cousin, and my aunt so much.