Chelsey, 9As I glance around the boulders I hear enormous waves crashing on the rocks. I sink in the sinking sand and jump from rock to rock. We take photos for people in the cracked open boulder. I tiptoe in the chilly water and sand creeps up my toes as I run from the water. Before I go, I feed the beautiful lambs and deer. Their smooth coats feel like the sheets off my bed. It's time to go home before dark.