My goal was to make it seem like it was written by a little kid either recalling something that had happened or just making up a funny story.
The hot sand burned my feet in a place you call a beach but I call a fraction of paradise. Except all the water was slowly draining out of the beach. Slower and slower the water flowed away from the coast. “Mummy the sand is burning the water away!” My little brother yelled to the whole world. “Oh, no… Quick! Run! Tsunami!” Mum yelled. I stood there wondering what in the world was a tsunami, when all of a sudden the ocean swallowed me all up! Well, that’s what I thought. Untill I saw the rest of the place you call a coastal suburb but what I used to call home.