“Small girl, Big world………” I belted out . We were going to the beach and to stop ourselves from falling into depths of boredom my brother and I were singing songs . Finally, after what seemed like ages we reached, and I scrambled out of the car to stretch my legs . We unloaded the car and as we went towards the sand, I saw small , cozy brightly colored huts covered by shady palm trees . I ran towards the soft golden sand until I reached it. The sea. Like a sheet of blue gauzy paper shimmering in the sun as the waves gently lapped against the shore.
Splashing around in the cold, clean sea was great fun but right now I was starving . We laid a picnic mat on the sand and set the food on it . Munching on delicious sandwiches and sipping some juice with the breeze whipping around my hair I sighed. This was like a dream vacation.
“Hana!” I heard someone shout as I was shaken out of my daze to see my brother shouting at me to help him make a sandcastle. I mustered up the effort and got to work. After an hour of finding shells, gathering water and heaping sand we were done. A masterpiece was in the place of the mountain of sand my brother had gathered. Wanting a break after slaving for so long I dashed towards the sea. The smell of fresh sea salt wafting down my nostrils. As a wave crashed at my feet, I saw it. The thing that changed my whole life. The wooden gilt covered box bobbing up and down swimming in enjoyment. I swiftly swam towards the box and grasped it in my arms. I swam back towards the shore exhausted. I lay panting in the sand as I opened the box to see…………

