Are We There Yet?

I put on my shoes, grab my surfboard, and jump in the car. It was still very early in the morning the sun was still behind the clouds and the wind made me shiver from the cold. Ryan was driving the car, Jesse and Jen were sitting behind us, the music was playing loud in the car almost making my ears hurt. I was a bit nervous but excited at the same time, I feel so much better and I think that I am ready to go into the deep water again. Ryan breaks the silence by making a joke "how do people surfing say HI to each other? he answers saying "they Wave!." Even though the joke is not even funny we still laugh and Jesse yells in excitement "here we come blue lagoon beach." After a two hour drive, we finally arrive at our destination the sun is finally rising and the cold air is becoming warm. Jen sees that I am nervous "are you alright you don't

"3! 2! 1!" I screamed as I jumped off the boat. It felt like minutes until I hit the water, but once I did I felt refreshed. I kicked my legs and brought myself back up to the surface of the water. Gasping for air I said, "That was so much fun! I went so deep I barely had a breath left when I came up."

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The sand under my bare feet is surprisingly cool. I'm sprinting as fast as I can toward the ocean, inhaling the briny air with relish. It's my last day in California and I'm finally where I've longed to be my whole trip. My best friend, Sabrina, is far behind me, carefully piling our things by the steps winding down from the massive pier to the beach side. I spin mid-leap and wave wildly to her. I hear some Japanese tourists laughing at my glee, and that just makes me smile even wider. She waves back and jogs to me, carefully avoiding the flock of angry seagulls I recklessly ran through a minute prior. I gave Sabrina my cellphone to hold since I wasn't sure if I was going to run into the water or not, and she's now filming me with it. I don't know what exactly she's hoping to capture, but I'm glad she's preserving the moment, although I'm sure I'll never forget it.

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

Finally!, We got at the beach. I said ,”Yes we are here, I can’t wait till we got in the sand,” My mom said,”neither can I”.Then we arrived at our beach house. Next, we unloaded are luggage and beach gear. My dad said,”This is nice said,” Yea it is very nice.”I paraded up to my bedroom and it had a bathroom,a flat screen tv, a fooseball table and two futons. I said,”This is thrilling!” So we ordered some seafood. It was around 7:30 p.m. and we finished eating .

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing onto the beach and a seagull’s “Caw! Caw!” For some reason, being on vacation makes me famished in the morning, so I got up and walked into the kitchen where my dad had already made me some scrumptious scrambled eggs. I devoured them and then my dad asked, “Do you want to try to surf today?”

Dear Diary, It is so nice here. I'm at the beach. I went with my cousin Tracie. We haven't seen each other in a million trillion zillion years! Anyway, everyone was looking at me. I don't even know what I was doing! Aunt Claire drove me in her car. She dropped Tracie and me off at the entrance. Before, we left, Claire and Tracie gave me some looks as I came down the stairs and showed them my bathing suit. I don't know why everyone is so confused about my bathing suit. Anyway, when I got to the beach, I walked with my wicker basket to the little changing room. The day was so beautiful. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was a nice breeze. The breeze wasn't too strong, thankfully. Last time I went to the beach, the wind was

On a Tuesday morning in June, four children ponder what to do with their time, the day promising to be wonderful, the sky was azure blue, the sun shining brightly closing out a sweet earthy smell from the ground the intermixing with the salty breeze coming from the bay. The ocean sparkling as it reflects the sun, it’s turquoise water inviting one to play. As for the children they sat on the porch questing what do. It's here that the tale begins with my three sisters and me when we found ourselves bored on such a summer day. “ I'm soooo, BORED!” Niamh exclaims in a exasperated tone. Aine saves the day, when she pipes in to the conversation,“ Let's go to Mike's beach, the beachcombing got to be good, last night there was a storm” “ If we're lucky, maybe Uncle Mike’s buoys escaped and we can claim a finder's fee”, Aine states in a calm voice. Eventually we start for the beach, after paying the customary fee of one back massage to our Dad, we were free to leave the fenced yard. Aine and Oona lead the group while Niamh and I follow at a slower pace. Our families live close to each other, our house, the grandparents and

It was finally summer vacation and my family and I decided to go to the beach as soon as the last day of school ended. While I sat in my seat in class, the anticipation of going to the beach kept me from concentrating, all I saw was the teacher's familiar mouth formations, speaking to the class about some Post World War Two battle involving a conspiracy about Hitler and the Nazi regime in the classroom. I sat there, in the tan metal chair attached to the wooden desk next to the wall, waiting. Time passed by and my excitement increased as I rushed out of the room, down the dim hallway, past the office out the glass, front doors to see my family parked in the teeming parking lot. As soon as I got into the car, my dad hit the gas pedal and we were off to our beloved destination. Hours passed and we neared the beach, and I could see the ocean and the grainy sand. We were almost there and I could not contain my enthusiasm. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning! We got to the parking lot and I could see the towering building above me awaiting my presence. I leaped out of the car with my items and headed straight to the glass doors. I sped up the stairs, to the third floor, down the hallway, to the sixth door on the right. I dropped my stuff off into the room and went straight outside and out to the beach because I could not wait any longer.

The sun peeked through my bedroom window; time to get up! The day was warm and gorgeous. It was the perfect weather to go to the beach. I woke up early and prepare our breakfast, so we can eat first before we leave. I can smell the eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee makes my day complete. The pancake oozing with butter and maple syrup is ready to serve. I also prepare a fresh squeezed orange juice for the kids. When I was cooking everybody is starting to wake up. We are planning to go to the Narragansett beach with the family. Everything is all packed and ready to go. The kids are very excited; they help me to organize all the stuff that we needed since last night. After we eat our breakfast the kids immediately go to their bedroom and change for their cutest swimwear attire. While my fiancé and I started to pack everything in the car.

I looked at the pool and thought how nice and relaxing it would feel on my skin. I stepped backwards 5 times and ran as fast as I could. I jumped, I felt like I was flying for a second.My feet hit the water. “That was so fun to do. “C’mon Lex jump in”,I said. Then, my sister jumped in.

As I rolled out of bed, drenched in sweat from the hot, sticky, humid air. As I got ready for the day I began to feel excited because, today was the day we would spend at the beach. Playing and splashing in the water riding the waves, riding our boogie boards. Oh yes today was going to be fun! As I put on my swim suit I smelt the lingering smell of the oceans salty water from the previous time we had gone to the beach. It reminded me of how much fun I had, had and made me even more exited.

Calm and still water is something that doesn’t happen often. Most days the water is chaotic and bitter. Crashing into the rotting pier. Today I walk out on the pier alone, but a few weeks ago I would have been with my best friend. Practically my sister, but since the accident I’ve been more alone than ever. She collided with a car. That day Sophia convinced me that we needed to go shopping. Normally I wouldn’t say yes, but today was an exceptional day. My mother finally was allowing me to drive to Chicago without parent supervision. Sophia was going to take me. Across the street was a new store, we paraded over in the cross walk. Sophia was ahead of me so I yell out.

The next day we went to the beach and I went swimming in a warm pacific ocean. Bringing my goggles, boogie board, swimming trunks and a smile I dove into the ocean with the same vigor that a four year old woke up on Christmas