September 26, 1999. Sunday.

I really don’t have that much to write today.

Well, I went to the lighthouse with everyone and we ate mini boxes of cereal for breakfast and Seth got soaked.  Seth and I went all the way down to where the water was right at his ankles.  Then when a wave came it would sometimes be up to his waist.  I picked a pretty safe spot to go because all the rocks were covered in barnacles that acted like grips.

When we were climbing up the rocks to get to our Moms he fell on his knee and hurt himself.  Then we left.

When me and Mom left Maine we went to our softball party.  I got my trophy and sweatshirt.  It was fun.


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