Me and the boys were at the beach chilling in the sand. Peter was making a sand castle, I helped him. Micky's whole body except for his face was buried in the sand. Davy was trying to nap on the beach blanket with his sunglasses on. Mike was just watching me and Peter make his castle.

"Making castles is so fun," Peter said smiling.

"Sure is good buddy," Mike said.

"Can you guys get me out, my nose itches?" Micky said.

Me, Mike, and Peter got up and helped Micky out.

"Ready, one, two, three!"

Micky was out. He was scratching his nose like crazy. 

"Ahh, that's better," Micky said in satisfaction.

"Hey Micky, that reminds me of the time I got bad poison ivy," I said.

"How bad was it?" Micky asked.

"So bad that I wanted to scratch it until it starts bleeding."

"Ew."

All of a sudden, some kid was speeding through our part of the beach, knocking Peter's sand castle in the process. Peter started to cry. Davy got up and we comforted him.

"My sand castle! I worked so hard on it!" Peter sobbed.

"Aw Peter," I said as I hugged him.

"Aw Pete, I bet that kid didn't mean it," Mike said.

Peter sniffed and started to calm down. We patted him on the back.