I bounce out of my seat and thrust the car door open as quickly as my arms let me. After two long and uneventful hours in our rented minivan, my family and I finally arrive at sunny Clearwater Beach, Florida. It is early morning, and everyone is aching to be out of this excruciatingly hot van. We round up our loads of towels and chairs, and head for the entryway to the beach. Stepping onto the white sand, I feel the intense heat and humidity in the air. The vivid heat from the golden sun rays warm my entire body. Salty perspiration is running down my red face, and I am awaiting the moment in which I will run into the cool, refreshing waters of the ocean. I can smell the zestiness of the salt in the air. Glistening waves crash against the shell-covered shoreline, creating an intricate pattern in the dark, wet sand. Colorful canopies and tents line the shore, and the beach is beginning to become cluttered. Families swarm the boardwalk. As I set my belongings down, I see wide-eyed children …show more content…
I shout to them to go faster, and after what seems like forever, we are all ready to go into the water. Breaking out in a sprint, I am the first one to reach the seaside. Diving in, I can instantly taste the salt of the ocean. I feel the coolness of the water, which sends an amazing sensation through my body. The ocean water feels like the first bite of mint gum, strong and cool. Seconds later, my siblings splash into the salty water, coming up behind me. Roaring into the shore, the rolling waves knock us over with great force. Laughing, we stand back up, only to get knocked over by another round of harsh waves. We begin to slowly wander out farther from the long, beautiful shore; however, every couple baby steps I take I get knocked down by the strong backwash current. As I continue to stay in, I become used to the strong waves and currents that the vast ocean
“Paige! Come look at this!” I shouted from across the aquarium. We were at an aquarium in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina on vacation. I was standing on a pirate ship wheel while my whole family, Lexi, Lacey, my mom, and stepdad were looking at the shark cave.
At eight in the morning, my classmates and I boarded the bus which would take us to Homer and to an exciting adventure down by the beach, Bishop’s Beach to be exact. An adventure to the beach was a wonderful idea , we were all excited about it. After an hour drive from Nikolaevsk School we , the students along with Mr. Klaich, Mrs. Pancratz and Mr. Sellers were greeted by two scientists. Once we were in our gear, (boots, hats, and warm coats) the scientists began their explanation on beach etiquette and the rules. Once everything had been explained, we all set out on our half a mile trek down the beach to the tide-pool area.
Daytona Beach Florida is my ideal paradise. It is a vacation my mother and I attend every July to visit family members we only see once a year. Each year is a memorable experience, as I desire staying connected with family members near and far. I enjoy many aspects of this vacation trip such as the plane ride, the alluring scenery, and all of the activities.
My wife and I had decided that it was time for a new car. For the past 3 years I had been driving a hand-me-down 2001 Chrysler Concorde and my wife was driving our 2006 Dodge Magnum. As time went by the Concorde began to have one problem after another. The engine had over 200,000 miles and it was obvious by the way that it drove. I could feel it start to break down. The Magnum was a good and dependable car, but it was not suitable for the amount of driving that my wife had to do for her work. We got our financing in order and began to look at new cars within our price range. We took the old Concorde to the dealership and were able to trade it in towards a car that was more suitable for our needs.
You feel like preserving that world, a fantastic world, in which there’s no sorrow, no weariness, and absolutely no heavy thoughts. All they simply disappear behind the dark side of the Moon. When you reach the splendid sunny beach, you see the warm and transparent water in bluish and light greenish shades caressing the soft golden sand. Palms and other tropical plants bow with respect to this water. You feel the sand scratching your feet and the water touching you tenderly.
As the hot sun shined down on my white bare skin, the warm breeze made my blonde hair move with the wind, the crystal clear water relaxed my mind, the steaming hot white sand burned the bottom of my feet, and the place where I can relax and only see good in the world. This is the beach. My experience exploring Turks and Caicos opened my eyes to a world I did not know existed.
To some, the smell of seaweed and salt may cause them to turn away, but I revel in this experience as it’ll remain in my memory for a lifetime. The smell so strong I can almost taste it. My hair blows around, strands caught in front of my face. Opening my eyes, I push my hair back to see the light reflecting off the surface of the water making the ocean glitter and gleam. Listening to the crashing of the waves is the perfect white noise to drown out the waking streets behind me.
I grew up in a sandy beach town and that dictated my way of life while growing up. For as long as I can remember the beach was my happy place. I used to build elaborate sandcastles in the beating sun with my brothers and I would plunge fearlessly into the strong, salty waves. As I grew older I would face personal obstacles and have to learn new skills and information in order to keep that calm feeling the beach had always given me and for the beach to stay my happy place.
The sand is already hot, the glare of the sun burning it, most couldn't cope with the heat, but my dried and cracked feet are used to it by now, and my last shoes have long since been lost. The cool water provides my feet some comfort as it approaches and recedes, icily cold, almost more unpleasant than the burning of the sand. A lone boat is visible among the waves, a small yacht, clearly not designed for long voyages. It disappears once again behind another mound of icy water. I love sailing.
I remember parking my car on the side of Ocean Drive, admiring the view in front of me. Mentally, I was preparing myself for the journey that was to come from my first time at a beach in Miami. Walking towards the beach, I watched beautiful people having the time of their lives. There were locals jogging and enjoying the sun, while tourists were sight seeing, admiring their surroundings. The warmth on my feet as I walked through the sand brought forth feelings of excitement, knowing that my day would be very satisfying.
I get out of the taxi and can feel the heat of the sun on my cheeks. I look to the right and see the crashing waves on the shore. There is a calm breeze that glides through the palm trees making them sound like hands clapping. I can see hundreds of people walking on the shore and streets, some taking pictures others holding surfboards. The winding narrow streets pave their way along the shoreline.
Cool, course sand is padded beneath my feet. My toes bury themselves under the sand as if it were a blanket. The light, icy breeze of the sea frisks playfully up my legs leaving chills and raised hairs in its path. I can taste the sweet perfume of the salty air. My eyebrows furrow as I soak up the radiant summer sun.
Forgetting the weariness of my now tingling legs, I dove into the water. The feeling of completion raced through me, replacing my feeling of frustration from just seconds before, as I dug farther into the sand. After being under the water only a few seconds, my lungs felt like exploding in my beating chest as I resurfaced. I quickly gulped in some fresh, cool, seaside air as I looked around for my dad. That’s when I saw trouble.
We were so hot because it took us almost an hour to find a place to set our stuff. The beach was packed that day, and wherever we went, we’d either be too close to the water, too far away from the water, or very close to another person’s set up. I looked over to the shiny, dark blue water. I just wanted to jump in and let the waves take me away. I nudged my mom and smiled.
In the morning we were all rushing to get to the beach in time. I remember it like it was yesterday. We went to the beach with some of my mom and dad’s friends. We brought a bunch of food and while we were parked our car got stuck. My dad and Francisco pushed it to try to get it out.