My write for today

The time I found a toy truck in the sand I rushed, staggering over the sandy, hard, scratchy rocks. The bright and cool shells and dark and light rocks were sharp, or just simply, they sharply hurt a lot. But ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my optimistic brother, Drew, over the fresh, bright, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the water. But when I saw all the orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Woah, I thought. These are cool. There was an orange stripe on this shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark wave washed over them. I lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy cousin and ready brother, who had also token a quick, brisk moment to look. We immediately ran off the sandy and rocky beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my right foot, and I slipped. “Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, WOAH, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the back of the truck, the storage part, was a dark, wet, wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered. And we put it on a pink, dry, sandy, towel, and forgot about it as we splashed into the cold and rocky bottom of the shiny, fishy, Atlantic Ocean.