Once everyone caught word of the news we all met up in our silenced construction site from earlier that summer, we had built the ultimate hide out concealed within the forest. Hunter, the oldest boy in our group said he gathered us here for a journey but we cannot tell a soul of it, it was dangerous and if we were too chicken to follow through he suggested that we back out then and there. Everyone looked around stricken with curiosity and stayed put to hear the story from the grinning puppet master, Hunter. He told us that he was walking around the old abandoned house across the river that morning and was startled when he heard a man calling for help from a shed considerably close to the house. When he got there he saw that the man was locked in the shed so he broke the lock and shoved the door open, he claimed that the man was very grateful and ran to the road at the top of the hill.
If you were forced to pick your paradise, where do you think your thoughts would take you? Would you go to the quaint wooden cabin in Michigan that has been in the family for years? Or would you think of your cozy apartment a top a skyscraper in your favorite concrete jungle? Without a second thought, my mind rushes to Pawley’s Island, South Carolina. As locals describe it best, the “elegantly shabby” beachside town 40 minutes from Charleston has been my chosen vacation spot since childhood.
Perhaps ... ... middle of paper ... ...autiful and exciting place. The water is unlike any other body of water that I had ever laid my eyes upon. Worthy of the nickname ‘God’s swimming pool”, it has a seemingly endless horizon that reaches as far as the eye can see. The sand is so fine and powdery and it amazes me at how it can change textures with just a little bit of water. Perhaps the most amazing part of the beach is the vast array of wildlife that inhabits the area.
I found that those rocks made a great place to walk out on to watch the glorious sunsets. I thought this Jamaican beach was great for a couple of reasons. One reason was that it was the perfect place to watch the sunset. The other was that it was a great place to lay out relaxing and tanning during the day. Each day, I’d wake up in the morning, grab a soft white towel, and head for the beach.
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.
Stan was excited because he was going fishing. He would occasionally reach into his pocket to show off his bait. It was an earthworm that he had caught the night before. Several times he’d reach into his upper left shirt pocket, remove and dangle this dried up but still very much lively night crawler. Later after finally arriving at the park and locating a grill, he was permitted to go fishing on one of the islands shallow inland lakes, my mother was much to nervous to let all three of us go to the other side of the Island and fish the infamous Detroit River.
Three hours later, the bus, running along the street, left me behind in front of 7-11 shop in Hua-Hin. Then, after I found some inn near the beach, I quickly paid money to rent a room. I threw my backpack into the rented room immediately. The happy time, which I waited for, had come. Then, hurriedly running to the beach behind my inn, I wanted to swim although I could not swim.
That meant he had to pack right away and start walking. During his lovely walk through Cuba, Missouri, Timmy encountered a huge problem, HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOREST DURING HUNTING SEASON!!! He started walking very quickly, dodging trees and deer. He made it out of being the next thanksgiving dinner because the hunters were low on ammunition. After walking over 900 miles, Timmy got hungry so he decided to stop by Chick-fil-A to get a nice chicken dinner.
It was really dark and the moon wasn’t enough light to see, so we decided... ... middle of paper ... ...lungs, “I found them, I found my glass!” and I ran out the water to show them. Everyone was still praying when I scream, when they heard me they couldn’t believe that I had found them and when I showed them my glass they started to clap and where so happy for me. I will never forget that night when I was freaking out for my glass. God listen to the prayers that were made that night. He gave me every little inch of strength I had left in me to go down dose 18 feet of lake water one last time and come back with my glasses in my hand.
The Annual Camping Trip Many of my childhood memories are vague in my mind, but there is one that I will always remember, as well as always hold a special place in my heart. Every year my family would go camping up in the mountains for about three days. This one time stood out to me, and that was the summer of 2008, for I was old enough to appreciate the joys of camping, yet not too old to not feel the exhilaration of it. I was eight years old and ready for a good time with my brother, cousins, my parents and even our beloved dog Summer. We were camped in a secluded area near a lake, with no other campers to be seen.