I was born in Boca Raton near the beach, moved to Jupiter and lived near the beach, then moved to Jacksonville Beach. I have always lived in Florida within proximity of the beach, 5 miles distance at most. My love for the beach and all sensations associated with it is so immense and only grows with time. Certainly I can classify myself as a beach bum – racing to the beach nearly every day with my skimboard, body board, and my heart full of excitement. I don’t know what you envision when you hear the word ‘beach,’ but I like to think I have a one-of-a-kind mindset when it comes to the subject. When I hear the word ‘beach,’ I first think of the welcoming salty smells of the ocean air that always greet me before I set foot on the beach. Then, the healing sensation presented by the mother-like embrace of the warm ocean. Lastly, I think of the continuous sounds and sights of the ocean reaching out toward shore and retracting as if it’s trying to reach toward me and bring me closer to it.
When I was growing up in Jupiter, I didn’t have much to do, so I would spend all of my time at the beach. I soon found myself thinking persistently about the beach as if it were a phenomenal wonder of the world. All of my friendships revolved around the beach. There had not been a single friend who I had not brought to the
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The kind greeting of warm ocean air that welcomes you as you come to the beach. The ambient sound of seagulls squawking to each other as they soar overhead. The smell of the nearby restaurants cooking and smoking various meats. The sight of the uneven surface of the ocean glimmering and sparkling in the sunlight. The feeling of the soft sand under your feet and the warm water rushing against your ankles as you stand in the water. The faint taste of the salt in the air and the much more distinct taste of salt in the water. There are many more sensations I could describe, but the list is nearly
being able to fish and feel the ocean breeze every day was a blessing. Perhaps I might be a beach
For spring break of 2011, my family decided to go to California on vacation. Matthew served his mission there, and he wanted to show us Southern California. Of course, since the closest we had ever been to a beach was Jefferson Lake in Rigby, the first thing we set out to do upon landing in Los Angeles was locate a beach on the ocean. We parked our rental van at Manhattan Beach and ran to the clear water.
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The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
There are many reasons the ocean is my favorite place to be. These range from the atmosphere and people at the ocean to the scenery experienced while there. It is a time for me to be free from all the hassles in my life and to "get away from it all," even if it is only for a week. The ocean should be enjoyed for what it is. Loud noise and all the hustle and bustle of boardwalks should not exploit it. At the ocean I can feel at home and at peace because it is my favorite place to be.
In her narrative essay, “FYB”, Zadie Smith expresses her belief that if one redirects their mindset to a more limited perspective and uses the limitless Manhattan mentality at certain times, one can arrive at their beach. A beach is a mentality, and Smith finds her beach by coming to peace with Manhattan’s beach. The idea of a person’s “beach” being hard to discover may be observed through Smith’s personal background, as it is almost mythical for this English writer living in Soho, Manhattan to come by a beach.
I had a great time during my vacation in Myrtle Beach. First of all, myrtle beaches were beautiful. I went to Myrtle Beaches on summer 2013 for ten days, and I had a good time with my family. It was always about 90 degrees
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
I remember when summer was three months full of free time and having fun with your friends but as we grow up those days seem to thin out! This summer went by really fast for me. It seems like just yesterday we were finishing up the last day of my junior year. Although my summer was super busy I still had a pretty good time!
It took little time to go there (the nearest beach is just in front of the hotel). We then ran to the beach passing through all the people that was already there. As we were getting closer to a vacant tend, we could smell the characteristic essence of beach (which is mainly because of the salty water). We contemplated the beautiful picture of the boats and windsurfers, with a big blue ocean in the background. Then we started eating some potatoes we had bought at the minimarket, which was located next to our hotel. We had also bought some sodas, which we drunk while we feed the seagulls near to us. After a long day having fun at the beach, we observed the beautiful sunset at 6pm. And finally, decided to come back to our
I race down the mountain that has been covered with a thick blanket of snow with my dad at my side. I stop, and I see a large freestyle terrain course coming up. "Keep straight, Dad," I holler. "I want to go on the trick course." I ski down and wait for Dad.
This summer I traveled to Orange Beach. And why I went because I was going to play in the world series. And I almost got to go skiing. And my mom, dad, mawmaw, and two of my cousins and my brother. And we got to the qualifying round and we came in 3rd place. It happend on June26 - 31. And we saw dolphins. And I saw a shark. And me and my brother caught some fish. And I stayed in a condo. And I didn't see any jellyfish. But I caught some sandfleas. And some crabs. And I saw some boats. And I saw people parasaling. And I eat some good good. But I saw some people patrolling the roads. And I saw some chopped food. And when I saw the shark I started
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
But we did go on the boardwalk almost every night. Every night seemed to be different. We tried to experience everything in a different way. Coastal Highway, not unlike the ocean, seems to go on endlessly. When we were near Coastal Highway, I put my window down and let the smell of the sand and sea waft into the car. The rain had started, but it was only a light mist. The temperature had cooled off now too. I decided to take an evening swim. Some of the waves were raising nearly 10 feet. In the evening when we all entered the beach some lifeguards were announcing that tides are so strong. Though I was not
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.