Abigail sat at the edge of the ocean. The water kept coming for her, but she couldn’t figure out why. She would try to push it away, but it always came back. She stuck her hand in the water as a wave came by, and she watched as the bubbles skirt around her hand and travel back into the ocean.
She looked at the sky and saw things flying in the air. She didn’t know what they were, but they had lots of colors! She never saw them at home before.
At age two, Abigail had lots to learn about the beach.
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