Beach Creative Writing

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I was so excited to be at the beach. I had not been to the beach in almost 3 years and forgot what it was like. I had spent a good two months waiting for this vacation. Then finally, after 2 months of waiting, it was time. August 5, 2017. Once we finally got down to the beach an ear to ear smile instantly blossomed onto my face. I looked up and I saw the green weedy sand dunes to both sides of me. I thought about what kinds of bugs would live in there, if any, and immediately creeped myself out tried to forget the thought as I briskly walked down the roped pathway that led me to the beach. Once I laid out my pink swirly towel I plopped down on it. There I laid perfectly sprawled on the sand, eyes shut, not a care in the world. The sun kissed

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