Surf's Up, Creepy Stuff! CHAPTER ONE A DAY AT THE BEACH When people say something is "a day at the beach," they usually mean it was easy. Not me. When I think about a day at the beach, I think about the hot sun burning the top of my head until I'm melting like a Popsicle. I think about the sand burning the bottoms of my bare feet until I'm hopping around like a bunny. And I think about how sand gets everywhere: in my hair, in my shorts, even in my mouth. It's so gross! Excerpted from Surf's up, Creepy Stuff! by Andres Miedoso All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.