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A Memorable Day Trip To The Seaside
Ah, the innocence of childhood
When I was about six or seven years old, I went on a school trip to the seaside. I think it was the first time I ever went to the beach.
We lived in London, which isn’t particularly known for its wide open spaces, so this was a huge event for the class. We all got on the coach, and the journey took about two hours.
We went to Ramsgate, which is a seaside town on the south coast of England. It was a beautiful day, and the teachers let us play along the shore. There was one area of the beach which was covered with huge pebbles.
Actually, they were more like huge stones. These stones were visible because the tide had gone out. Each one was covered in a curious mixture of green, slimy moss and seaweed.
The stones glistened under the bright sun, and it was fun trying to step from one stone to the next.
Unfortunately, the stones were very slippery. As I stepped on one, I lost my footing, and I ended up falling over and landing on my bottom.
This would have been fine, but I fell into a gap where a pool of very cold water had gathered. My black shoes, white socks and grey school skirt were all soaked through.
