We all have that one safe place that we go to when we need to escape certain life situations. It’s the place we go to in order to fix all our problems and wash away the stressful situations we might be having. I have a special place that always that always helps me when I am having problems. It is a place where I can do my best thinking to solve all of my problems. When I am at this place I am at peace and all of my troubles seem to disappear. It is the one place that takes over all of my senses and makes me feel free. As soon as I arrive to the beach and feel the salty air blowing through my hair my mind automatically starts to unwind. Feeling those first steps on the soft, warm sand remind me that I am back in paradise. Parked on the street there is a baby pink ice cream truck selling sweet, frozen treats to the children. The happy and carefree energy of all the people at the beach is contagious, and my mood automatically shifts to mimic all of the joy around me. I walk on the warm beach sand until I find the perfect spot. I set my small, red ice chest down filled with cold refreshments for the …show more content…
I start to feel my skin burning from the bright sun rays above me. I begin reading a romance novel and quickly get lost in the beautiful love story. I see mothers trying to put sunscreen on their children. Above I hear screaming seagulls fighting over a piece of food they have stolen from someone’s beach bag. The seagulls scream in the loudest pitch that really rings your ears. It always makes me laugh when you see families get their lunches stolen from a seagull. As I watch them chase after the seagulls, I think about how happy the seagulls for snagging a quick snack. I look back at the ocean and hear the waves crash and roll on the sand. This sound is rather soothing, and I close my eyes and just listen. There is something about the sound of the ocean around gets rid of all other distractions that are
These are the reasons why I need my special place. Without a place to go I would probably have an ulcer. I believe that everyone needs a place to go to get away from it all. It is an opportunity to explore a new and unique world all of my own. I can enjoy activities that I once got to enjoy when I was a kid, I can think through all the problems in my head, and most of all, I can get away from those people who give me the ulcer.
I have never felt so calm and tranquil, I feel like this is where I belong. A sudden cold breeze blows through me making my hair stand on end, goosebumps plague my body as I start to shiver. The leaves in the trees rustle as the grass begins to blow circles around me. The velutinous clouds above start to swirl and race across the sky.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
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It is said that everyone has a favorite place where they feel secure and at home, somewhere that allows them to think clearly which leads to a deeper understanding of themselves. Growing up in Florida, I have spent a large amount of time in the beach town of Boca Grande, a place where fast food chains and high rises do not exist. On the far north end of the island, there is a place that is truly special to me. I do not know what it is about that spot on that little island, but there is something about it that leads me to deeper understanding about myself, and makes me truly enjoy life.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
The beach filled with the stillness of the clam and quiet morning. The calm waves lapping over one another in the early hours of the morning. Not another sound in the world can be heard. Looking out over the ocean as if there is land beyond the enormous, stunning, blue water. How was something so striking create on this earth and why? Wondering what is in the vast, sparkling blue waters. Wondering if the marine life in the sea can actually see and heard. Feeling the cool, quiet morning slowly turning into a hot, busy day. Turning once more to appreciate its beauty then turning around ready to face
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
I lie down on the warm rock at the edge of the pond and I close my eyes. My breath feels easy and light, my belly is soft and where a hard gnarled knot used to be under my sternum, a warmth spreads beyond my skin, around the blue sky and sun and back in again.
Nearby there were people playing volleyball, building sand castles, and swimming. It was packed like a suitcase. People were buoyant and were enjoying this sunny day. Sand was in between my toes and resting in my hair. The familiar song of an ice-cream truck was steadily making its way towards me. I raced to the car to scrap some change together and by the time I got it the ice-cream truck was here. I bought a
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
It was a sunny and warm day, a wonderful day for a trip to the beach. I grabbed my supplies and made launch then headed out. Instantly knew I was close as the humid, hot, salty air hit my face, and ran through my nostrils. The scent was relaxing. There it was, blue waters with white waves washing up on the shore. Less than a minute walk to finally feel the warm sand against the bottom of my feet. I gently kicked off my sandals, smirking as my feet hit the hot concrete and crossed the lanes into the soft, warm, light sand. A short walkway in between dark green bushes led to the beach. With every step a sense a peace fell over me, taking in every grain of sand between each toe.
I stopped walking and looked up at the faint stars. The seagulls were flying overhead. They were screeching and swooping at the water. I started to wish I were one of them, flying free without any restrictions or limits. I listened to their voice, the screech. Deep down in I could understand what they were saying. I can't explain it, but I was so in love with the moment I thought I saw things as they did. I was in company of animals that had no concept of time, and no worries, and I was contempt with that. I closed my eyes and the faint sun warmed my face, as if shining only for me. The warmth made ...
Everyone has a special place that people will never forget. Sometimes it is because there were places that people experienced great joy or comfort. A special place represents peoples’ special memories either good or bad. Memory will following people whole life, and store people’s heart deeper. Good memory will coming all time. My special place and my memory is my grandparent’s house; my grandparent’s house practically is my second home. I would never forget that special place because of things going on my grandparent’s house, which is symbolized by my grandparent’s love.