My worst holiday
I was eight years old when my grandparents took me to the seaside. We went to Zatoka in the Odessa region. At first everything was great there: we went to the beach twice a day, swam a lot and sunbathed. My grandpa bought me ice-cream and soda and my favourite treat - boiled corn cob. I was happy. The only sad thing was that I missed my parents but I phoned them every evening.
The bad thing happened at the end of our holiday. The sea was a bit rough and a wave covered me when I was swimming, so I swallowed a lot od sea water. In the evening I felt sick. I had a high temperature and felt so bad that I was taken to hospital. I spent two days there and then my grandparents took me home. That was the end of our holiday - the worst holiday in my life.