Descriptive Essay About Going To The Beach

It wasn’t until my sophomore year of high school that a group of seniors first asked me to go surfing. I mean, I’ve lived on an island for 12 years. How could I have not tried surfing? I had this fantasy in my head that it would be the easiest thing in the world. However, it was anything but. Even on the tiny four-foot waves, I could not stand.

I try to spend most of my time by the ocean every day I am there because I feel like I cannot get enough of it. On a typical day I try to wake up early but that doesn’t always happen. I try to do this because in the early morning the beach peaceful and the sunrise incredible. And at this early hour you can also find the best seashells and sand dollars, too. After an early morning stroll, usually with my aunt and uncle who are the only other ones to get up early, I go back to the house to change into my bathing suit. I put my suntan lotion on for a long day on the sand. After that I go down by the water and get my beach blanket out so that I can sunbathe for most of the day. I will take a few breaks to go into the water, but only when I get so hot that I can’t stand it. I do enjoy the ocean, and although the waves are really rough during high tide, it’s still a lot of fun to be out there in the water getting jostled around. I enjoy boogie boarding or

My friends and I had taken a weekend trip to Orange Beach. We decided to stay in a condo for the entire weekend. The day that we were going to Orange Beach my friend Hasan was graduating from Madison Central High School in 2015, and he was getting his parents to drive him to Orange Beach so that he could hang out with us for the weekend. We did multiple events such as driving down to Orange Beach and back home, going to the beach, biking, waiting for dinner, living in a condo, and celebrating a friend graduating High School. The events on this trip had many fun and horrific event happen in them. This may be a reason why a person does not take a high school graduate.

One thing that is not my favorite thing in the world is that when you are walking to beach and the sand is so hot you are jumping and running at the same time to get all of your chairs set up. But I love going to Florida and going to the beach. We are really lucky though, my grandma that goes with is used to live down there in Florida so we would go down all the time. But she lives up here now and we still try to go every chance we get.

My dad found a surfing camp on the beach that was cheap so we decided to give it a try. We started the surfing lessons, which were very beneficial; once we got into the water I caught my very first wave and was ecstatic. Surfing was the best thing in the world it was so relaxing and you could get your mind off of things.

strolling off every wave that crashed into the silky sand at Myrtle Beach. The more I heard the

There is something so spiritual about surfing. I have never surfed a day in my life but every time I watch others surf I feel this yearning to pick up a board and join them. It looks like one of the most dangerous but most fulfilling activities at the same time. I once read somewhere that humans are attracted to water and enjoy being in water because 70% of our body is made up of water and at molecular level, we crave water. When I watch surfers, I feel that it’s true and that I’m being pulled into the waters from deep within myself. It’s no surprise the sound of waves calms most people and helps them to relax. We associate the sounds of the ocean with calmness so surfers are just people in search of the ultimate mediation. Don’t get me wrong, surfing is not as simple as picking up a board and going into the ocean. It takes a lot of hard work to be able to surf and the bigger the waves, the harder it is to surf. Surfers have to have great upper body strength, an

Listening to the symphony of waves, discovering seashells, popping kelp bulbs and making footprints in the damp sand still evoke many of my fondest memories. My inner child playfully emerges to frolic whenever my bare feet find a sandy shore. Sunbathing on a beach towel has never appealed to me. Give me a boogie board, inner tube, surfboard, kayak or sailboat to fill my scrapbook with memories.

I wanted to be one since I was 5 years old. I saw YouTube videos of it. And I have good balance. I am really good at swimming. I learned to swim at five years old. I love to swim to. I spend more time wet than I do dry. I've been in the water all my life. And I have a passion for the water and surfing. Now you know why I want to be a surfer when I grow up.

Surfing can be traced back to 1769 and hails from the Polynesian culture. Over the years, the sport has adapted to be one of the most popular pastimes in the world. Today, people of all shapes and sizes love to ride the waves and do so on a variety of different styles and sizes of boards.

‘’ Wake up, wake up you lazy kids’’ my mum said, ‘’we are going to the beach”. My sister, my two brothers, and I woke with extreme energy, happy because it was the first time we visit the beach that summer. The day dawned bright, the sky was painted in bright blue; the beautiful sun was gleaming and shining gloriously. It was idyllic for a picnic by the sea. We quickly packed our stuff, we took some snacks and swimming outfits, and of course chair decks; we took a fast breakfast, and then we headed to the beach. I was very excited because it was my first summer without the safety armbands. However, I knew that it was going to be a bit of scary and risky but not as much what happened with me, it was like the first day at school.

This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.