Backpacking Trip and My Melted Heart

It reminded me of the times when my parents would pack up the car on a Saturday morning and we would rush down to the beach. The car would be packed to the roof with anything a family of two girls and parents would need. It included various beach chairs, many buckets and shovels, animal sand molds that we never used but still needed, and of course plenty of towels and an enormous cooler filled with snacks. The thought of that past memory suddenly brings a huge bright smile to my face. Even though it is the beginning of October it is funny to see people still at the beach, even when it’s not beach season.

I could hear the ball churn through the air as the laces spun rhythmically from the spiral that left one hand and landed with a quiet thud as it found its way to the intended receiver. The dampened sounds of feet digging into sand were all around me from other visitors coming to plot their spot of temporary beach front residence for the afternoon. I could... ... middle of paper ... ...onger alone in the water. It was humbling to see that there was so much going on around me that I did not know about. Suddenly, the water parted and the nose of a dolphin appeared.

Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean. Remembering the feeling of the tingle and than burn, I peered back to see my beach chair waiting for me in the scorching sun. While I contemplated turning around and heading back to my safe place. I continued on. I continued to walk forward.

There are many people that enjoy going to the beach to relax or wake up super early to watch the breathtaking sunset. You have reached the beach and while you are walking, your toes sink into the warm, silky, light brown sand. Once you have set your towel on the sand and you have applied

When I was a young boy, about eight years old, my family and I went on a holiday to the beach in the Florida Panhandle. As I was very young, I did not know how to swim at the time. Although I did not know how to swim, I definitely enjoyed the beach. There were many things there besides the ocean. “What else is there besides the ocean?” you might ask.

Sally then begins to gaze out at the ocean 's shorelines. As if time had stood still and the world faded away. She closed her eyes and took it all in. It made her think of all the wonderful childhood memories that they had achieved there. Sally remembered playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, the bright sun gazing down upon her and a boy.

Just a few people visited, at summer, this unique spot of Guayas ´s beaches. This is a place with comfortable and colorful houses next to the ocean. Made up of wood, straw and reed these boarding houses have a good spatial division: four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge living room (and next to it a little kitchen), swimming pool, and a porch with hammock to enjoy the view. After I unpacked my suitcase, which basically was full of bikinis, shorts and suntan lotion, I ran to the beach. The white hot sand gently burned my feet.

These piers serve exemplify the melting pot we live in, with visitors of all ethnicities and ages enjoying beach recreation. Beach-goers dressed in typical beach attire which included board shorts for guys and bikinis for women. Young adults made up the majority of those who were dressed less modestly. Those dressed in less clothes were more likely to participate in sports such as volleyball and football, or to simply bathe and tan in the sunlight. These were the typical flip-flops wearing “beach bums,” who were there to expose their fit beach bodies.

The third is when jerry goes through the tunnel. The characters are introduced on their first day on holiday where they are going to the safe beach. It begins when they are walking to the beach and jerry stops to look at the other beach (dangerous beach), Jerry’s mother stops and looks for him and asks if he wants to go to that beach instead. Guilt gets the better of him because his dad is dead, and he dose not want to leave his mother on her own. The next day it was the same routine of going to the beach and doing swimming and sunbathing all day.

My toes burrowed into the damp sand and I was relieved to realize that the water was warmer than I had expected. As I stood there and breathed in, deeply, the moist salty air, allowing my heart to fill with the vigor of the ocean and releasing the thoughts of the boy from my past with each exhale, a ball hit my feet and a man ran to get it as his friend yelled “you’re welcome!.” Were they trying to get my attention? I thought as I simply walked away avoiding eye contact with the man who collected the ball. I wandered along the water’s border allowing the water to cooly kiss my feet. the water hit my feet.