Descriptive Essay About Fourth Of July

The Fourth of July is the nation’s birthday, but it is also a time for everyone to get together and mingle for hours on hours. Countless number of friends and family get together on the beach for barbeques, parties, watch the sun set sink away and have an amazing night full fireworks. Having the chance to have spent my 2015 Fourth of July along Ft. Lauderdale beach was the best time of my life. It brought such joy and excitement to be able to spend the holiday with family and friends.

It was a bright and cool afternoon, the beginning of October. Fall, my favorite season. Leaves scattered the ground of bright scarlets, burnt oranges, and shining gold. There was a breeze that swept through the trees and sun shone through my window, into my pink carpeted bedroom which had been that way since I was 4. It was about 5:15 and my dad had gotten off work early. He was outside, grilling the family steaks. My mom was in the kitchen making some salads and cleaning the kitchen. My brother was in the living room, watching his favorite show, “Spongebob Squarepants.” It was just cool enough that we left our front door screen open so a small and sweet breeze blew through the house. I was 10 years old and in 4th grade. I enjoyed school, but

The time to walk across the stage and receive my diploma had come. I was nervous once we entered Silke Field. (Silke Field was Springfield's football stadium and also where we were going to have our graduation ceremony). Our principal and a couple of fellow students gave a speech. During the speech students would inflate a beach ball and throw it in the air, sort of like a “prank”. I could see the beach balls flying in the air and was happy when it blocked the sunlight from my face. The sun was coming to a sunset and it filled the entire sky with deep colors of rubies. Once the speech concluded, it was time to receive our diplomas. My row stood up and waited to be called individually to get our diplomas. “Hipolito Alvarado” was called, I was so nervous. Every noise turned silent as if someone had pushed the mute button on the remote. I received my diploma and returned to my seat. This moment felt surreal. I had completed my first goal of many in

Jonathan, Nathan, Krystal, & Jaz live near a beach on wilcox street which is a gated community, they live in a two story house. Jonathan who is the dad of two children, competes in competitions for strength he won 1st place before. He has brown hair with blue eyes, is 6/4 that which helps him when he competes. He is 36 years old and his favorite movie is cops. On his free time he likes to golf and their a is place one minute away from their home. Sometimes he takes his wide Krystal, she's 35 years old, usually she doesn't go because, she liked to go shopping. Krystal has hazel eyes, she is ⅝, her hair color is brown & blond, her favorite movie is once upon of time, her favorite kind of books are cooking books, her favorite sport is football she likes the raiders, & she really cares about her kids & husband.

Clank, clank, clank, shooooooomp! Was the sound I heard, as I stood waiting for my friends in a crowd of people that looked huge because I was only ten years old, I was at the front gate of Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. I finally spotted one of my friends Bree. Bree had her hair in two long golden french braids and black Nike shoes on. Once Bree saw me I waved and she waved back. Then I saw JJ and Gabby, they are sisters, JJ had her short blond hair down and Gabby had her brown hair in a ponytail. I waved to them and they both waved back. We all got in the only line that had shade because the hot sun was beating down on us since we had all arrived. As soon as we got in the park I smelled a warm, sweet, yummy smell. I looked around wondering

One summer day Cierra McCall and I decided that it would be a great idea to go to the beach. At first, we sat in the car for a while thinking where we wanted to go. Cierra and I threw out many ideas on which beach we wanted to go to. Then, she said "let's go to Mahai'ula." I replied "Ya sure I've never been there before." She said "great." The following day we left the house around 8am to get to the beach by 9am. It was a long drive over, but it gave me the opportunity to bond with my best friend Cierra. I am a gregarious person who just likes to be facetious on occasions. When we arrived at the beach I didn't expect us to have to hike to get to the beach. We did, but it wasn't as bad I thought it would be. The water was crystal clear and the

Fourth of July. It is pitch black and everyone is waiting for the sky’s performance. The patriotic American song starts in the background and I look around to see where the fireworks will start streaming. My eyes fixate on the dazzling sparks of colors and heart-hammering noises, but the moment that I break eye contact with the sky, I look down upon the crowd. There is a light performance going on the ground level. A mob of phones pointed into the sky orchestrated the performance; their lenses were a curtain to the actually performance taking place in the sky. Realistically, these pictures will never see the light of day again. How often does someone go back and diligently strip search their photo album to find that radiant pink firework that

We all jumped in the car and headed to the beach. When we arrived, my jaw drooped down like weights were hanging on it. The lake looked like it was a ocean. Turns out most the lakes and rivers in New York are a lot bigger than the ones in Colorado. I stepped into the sand and it was seeping through my toes. I walked up to the water and carefully dipped my feet in to make sure it wasn't to cold, but out of surprise it was warm. I walked right into the water like someone would take a calming walk through the park. It was an amazing day, take out the fact that you had to walk a hundred million miles to get the water to be the height of your waist. It was like the people were ants out there in the water. We went to lunch after that but, I never looked took any time to look at the restaurant name. After all there was a lot more to see than words. We went home after lunch, but in my surprise they had a 4-wheeler. They asked if I knew how to drive one and I said “yes!” She asked if I wanted to drive it, I excitedly said yes again. She gave me the keys and I said “thank you” and took off running like I was an olympic champion. I dug the key into the ignition and drove off into the forest with no delay. I took the pathway back home, parked the 4-wheeler, then thanked her again and gave her the keys. Than we ate dinner the grown ups talked and when it got late we went to

Its was late may and me and my siblings got up at 1:00 am in the morning and we were driving to milwaukee for our flight. When we finally got on the plane it was 4:30 am and I was so excited my heart was beating like rabbit.

Even at the young age of seven, I still vividly remember this day because it is arguably a life changing event. I was at my best friend’s house. He and I had spent the day together playing outside having fun, and adding an additional

July is a big deal in America, this is the day was the day we became independent and left the British stronghold that we were under. Americans like to go all out with thing including barbecue, fireworks, and bright American flag inspired attire. My most recent 4th of July party was held in a beach, my first time celebrating it there. The smell of char burgers and salt water collided and created a smell that makes that day nostalgic. The food was as good as burger and hotdogs can get, it excited my taste bud and give them their own party. Sitting in the soft sand at 8 at night looking over what appear an everlasting beach was an amazing feeling but then the fireworks started. Fireworks give that night a one-of-a-kind feeling, lighting and painting

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.

It was the summer of fourth grade. My parents had promised me a trip to paradise. I wanted to go to the ocean and see all the beautiful marine life. I had been anticipating this since the day the trip was booked. I began to look up everything that there is to know about the ocean. The types of animals that live there, the temperature of the water, which was quite warmer than I had anticipated. The most intriguing part was the marine life. It was as if the ocean was a picture that humans can go into to. That is how beautiful the ocean can be all the time. I remember counting down the days on my snoopy calendar. My parents told me stories of the time that they went to the ocean and they saw the beauty first hand. They wanted me to have the same experience as they did when they were my age. The real reason that I wanted to go on this trip was to learn as much as I can about marine life. At the time I really wanted to become a marine biologist. That was my passion in life.

The salty smell lingers in the air, the feel of the cool ocean breeze against my skin, and the boisterous noise coming from the various tourists. The fourth of July weekend is always filled with patriotism, grilling out, and having as much fun as possible. There’s nothing better than the sweet smell of barbeque on a bright sunny day. Well that is until you incorporate staying on the beach into the mix. I was looking forward to peacefulness of the beach, while still enjoying the bustling noise of the holiday festivities; however, is it seemed like every other tourist was seeking refuge to the majestic beaches and festivities. This was just the start of what would be an eventful Independence Day.

The year was 2006 it was late summer I was four with light hazel hair and amber eyes that when you looked into them you could already see I had amazement for the world and curiosity that could kill a cat. Today was a boring day I thought to myself as I poked a ant hill that was as gigantic as my father's foot and to me he had big feet. I was outside the sky was clear, and as blue as the sea, and the sun was a glowing golden yellow as it hung high and proud in the bright blue sea known as the sky. As I look around I spot my father pull his beaten down white 2004 van in the dirt driveway full of pebbles. I felt bad for him every day he came home absolutely tired and exhausted from working his dead end job. He opened his van and gets out he was a tall man. He had a light tan with sapphire eyes that looked just like the clear sky on that summer day with his cinnamon brown short hair, and button nose he welcomes me with a smile. Every Time you saw that delightful smile spread across his face you knew that he had a gift. As he smiled he opened up his arms. I dashed like a snake was chasing after me and I hopped right into his arms like a cat jumping from the ground to the highest place on the bookshelf.