SOL #1 - I've got 99 problems and the Beach is 1

Slice of life: A small, arbitrary tidbit of the writer's life
I plan on posting these every day until April. 

~~ back in 2015 ~~
 [For several years now, I've been attending the same summer camp at the liberty center. At the end of the summer, we take a field trip to North Avenue Beach]

A Friday, in July 2015, Me and my other friends at summer camp prepare for a day at the beach. It's a balmy 88 degrees outside. We all pack up our sunscreen, towels, goggles and ice cream money.

About 11:30 PM, the kids and the counselors gather under a weird tarp thingy (someone brought it), we eat our lunches there.

A few minutes after we're done eating, my friend, Xavier comes up with a bright idea. 

We should all bury eachother neck deep into the sand!

They bury me first, within 20 minutes I'm neck deep into sand. I relax there, messing around with the younger kids at camp and the other people at the beach.

A few minutes later, clouds cover the sky up. I feel the sensation of drizzle on my nose. Everybody gathers under the tarp, but I decide to bunker down and see what happens if I stay.

The downpour has started, sand-infused water everywhere. I'm having trouble breathing. The rain soon stops. The sand is *still* wet. The sand puts tremendous pressure on me, I can breath but not that deeply. I call out my friends, they can't pull me out. I ' m   s t u c k.

The counselors notice me struggling to get out (I was like, 4 feet deep in the sand), they call over a life guard to dig me out. After about 3 minutes of them digging me out of the sand, I can pull myself out. I get scolded by the counselors, and they fill up the hole to avoid a toddler from dissapearing into it.

I, in my soaked, sand filled trunks waddle over to the cold, Lake Michigan water to wash off.