Chicken Rock
Evan Grace Ms. Asuncion English 9H, Block 2 1 October 2015 Chicken Rock It had been a great week up in Massachusetts. We were vacationing at my cousins’ beach house in Scituate. After hanging out with them at the house, kayaking in the ocean, and exploring rocky islands, we had reached our last day. We didn’t have any ideas of what to do, and, after playing cards early in the morning, we all decided to bike to the beach. On the bike ride, which was two or three miles, my brothers and I were told of a 35 foot high rock, known as “Chicken Rock.” The name described the rock perfectly, my cousins said. If you didn’t jump, you were chicken. We arrived at the beach and chained our bikes to up to a rack. It was a rocky beach, unpleasant for our feet. The water was quite chilling, like stepping into an ice bath. The gloomy skies didn’t help much, either. After throwing tennis balls around in ...