Harry (age 3)
I love to go to the beach. I couldn’t sleep yet but i still liked to go into the water even if I always a little bit scared. As I played with in the sand Harry sit next to me. “Want to go into the water?” he teases already knowing my answer. “Yes!” I yell and stand up. He takes my hand and we walk together towards the water. I squeal as the water touches my feet. “Should I hold you and we can go further in?” Harry asks. I nod my head and he gently grabs me. Slowly he walks in with me always making sure I'm not scared. I laugh as I splash water at him. “Hey. That’s not nice.” he pouts. “But I love you.” I say and hold onto him tighter as he goes a bit further into the water. “Don’t let me go.” i whisper suddenly scared. “I wouldn’t. Want to go back?” he asks and I nod. “Don’t worry I have you. Nothing will happen.” he whispers in my ear as he walks with me out of the water. “Look. We can just stay here.” he reassures I as we go back on the beach. The rest of the day we built said castles and took selfies. I love coming to the beach with Harry.
