The Beach A sunburn was inventible in this heat. The rays of the sun were beaming on my legs and face, and it felt like I was sitting in an oven. I still attempted to prevent a sunburn by layering gallons of sunscreen on my body and face. I let a bottle of water down my throat and it was refreshing just like after a taking a shower. The sand was as soft as cotton but also hot like a burning stove. The water was blue as you looked farther into the water. Despite the heat, it was a beautiful day. 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 …show more content…
SpongeBob SquarePants ice-cream, and it began melting as fast as light the second I took it out of the wrapper. I enjoyed every bite of coldness, and my hands were sticky from the melted ice-cream like glue. The waves brushing to shore and back made me feel relaxed.
My cousin coerced me into getting into the water. I could see my toes as I stood in about a foot deep into the water. It was cold as ice at first but after a minute I was acclimated to it. A wave hurdled over me. As I raised my head above the water I used my strength and walked away from the tide hauling me into the Gulf of Mexico. I spit water from my mouth with revulsion. The taste of the water abated over time, and I did my best to not get more water in my mouth again. Something slimy brushed behind my back. As I looked over my shoulder I noticed it was just seaweed and I suddenly made a sigh of relief. I grasped it and threw it miles away from me. Well, I threw it as far as I could at least. My back laid on the water and birds were chirping above me. A wave tipped me off my back and quelled my peaceful moment. I had seen a car as I was walking back to shore that I didn’t recognize. I had set up a tent was a few cars down to the left of the car. The tide must have stirred me while I was in the
water. A towel hugged me when I made my way back to the tent. I could smell the hamburgers on the pit that were almost done. The remains of bread were made into balls and threw in the air to feed the seagulls. My fingers were wrinkled like an elderly person. My bathing suit imprinted onto my body. At that moment, I knew I achieved my goal of getting a tan and not a sunburn. A knife cut into a watermelon and when I put a piece into my mouth all the juice dripped onto my chin. I looked like a toddler, but I was enjoying it as much as they would too. The sun was beginning to set. It reflected onto the water and the hues of pink caused by the sunset complemented the scenery. The moon was out and the stars were grazing across the sky. My marshmallow was toasted and was melting the chocolate between the graham crackers. I sat here enamored by this beach.
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
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.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
“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.
I turned off the car and took a deep breath. Looking slowly up into the pink sky, I began to watch the golden sun go to sleep. The beach seemed deserted, quiet, but peaceful. I opened my door and put my feet out on the soft sand. I started taking my shoes off, then my socks. I threw them in the passenger seat, and then shut the door. I looked out over horizon of the lake and started walking towards the still water. With each step I took, I could feel the warm sand crunch between my toes. Then suddenly, a sharp rock, but not sharp enough to break the skin.
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.
Pismo Beach was a family memorable trip, my father's best friend came with his family too. The freshness of the breeze, breathing in the air all the yummy smells coming from the restaurants was breathtaking. There was a car show and it was awesome. The board walk was fun all the kids got face paintings.
I let myself absorb the intense rays of the unforgiving sun, while the gentle sea breeze rustled through my hair; the sugar-like sand beneath my feet glimmered like jewels and seemed to continue for miles. I shut my somnolent eyes and appreciated the gentle breeze that accompanied the humid weather. The velvet-silk sand squished between my toes and collapsed under my weight with each step I took making my calves ache. The sounds of the ocean were calming; the consistent crashing of the waves took away all of my worries. I was surrounded by tranquillity.
I smiled at the thought of my mother’s smiling face as I slipped the bikini straps over my shoulders and tied a small knot. I glanced in the mirror and studied my reflection. I never really considered myself pretty, just average looking. I didn’t have huge hips like the other girls, and I didn’t fill out my top or bottoms as much as I’d like to. I never had a curvy body, and I probably never will.
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.
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.
The sand was so hot. Scorched by the sun. I didn’t know how much more my feet could take. Then came the squishy, dark sand. Almost there.
I experience many happenings as I walk down the winding gravel roads through the meadow. With each step I take, the grey gravel makes a blunt crunching sound under my black vans and chalky white dust envelopes over my shoes. The wind makes quiet hushing sounds as it gently caresses the tall blades of bright green grass that blankets the meadow. Small mousy colored rodents frolic and scurry through the intertwining blades of grass and brightly-colored orange flowers as they begin their journey home to their barrows before the vicious creatures of the night come out to play and hunt. Light brown fawn clumsily follow their mothers to the small shimmering pond where the golden ducks quack happily, rejoice, and splash about in the cool blue water.
The beach is the place to go whenever someone feels down, wants to relax, or just to go to have fun. Usually it is always peaceful and quiet and when I go there I like to go and have a good time with my friends. When I was young I used to enjoy going to the beach just to play with the sand and build beautiful sand castles or even just to go for a dip in the water. But as I grew older I realized that I needed a place to go for most of my time during the summer after all the stress from school and mostly just to have a good time and relax. So there was no better place for me to be able to do that than the beach. The beach would be a perfect place to go to enjoy and relax because of its calm surrounding areas, the beautiful nature it has, and
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea