Descriptive Essay : My Trip To The Beach

I feel the gentle hot sand beneath my bare feet the tips of shells peek from the holes in the sand. The ocean….. I look over to see Allie sitting in her purple beach chair and i began to walk over across the sand. I haven't been to Willow cove beach since I was 3 when my mom was drinking all night at the beach bar and left me until someone called the cops at 2 in the morning to pick me up. So now I usually go surfing at Clearwater beach instead.

It was a beautiful sunny day and my family and I were driving on the expressway. We were in my Dad’s blue truck with the fifth wheel behind us. We had the windows down in the amazing 80 degree weather. We were around our exit, Myrtle Beach! I was so excited for the trip and couldn’t wait to put my foot in the blue, cold, salt water. After the like 15 hour drive we had just suffered through I was expecting a pretty great trip.

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

The waves end at my ankles and the water and sand rushing through my toes feel great. I shiver and shiver until I finally get used to the water. I make my way farther out to where I'm leveled off to my waist. Quick breathe, then dunk under. I quickly pull my soaked head of the salty sea and comb my hair back with my wrinkled fingers. My sun kissed face makes my freckles pop when you could never see them. To be safe, I slowly get out of the salty wetland and make my way under the colorful umbrella my mom set up when I was away from them, enjoying the water.

Nowadays, more and more parents are concerned about child's health problems. A report mentions that there are increasing numbers of children spend amount of time viewing electronic media on television, computer, tablet and phone screens and also there is an increasing rates of childhood obesity in Australia. Due to this message, Zan Smith publishes an article named ‘Beach Lessons’ in Child Monthly magazine, in an attempt to raise awareness of spending children’s time comfortable and meaningful. Utilizing a friendly yet concerned tone, she contends that children spend too much time on viewing electronic media. She attempts to persuade her target audience of parents to encourage their child(ren) go to play outdoor activities or set off for

Since I was a little kid I love to play at the beach .For me beach its like a second home, I could spend half of my dayat the beach, built a castle from the sands, swam to catch the waves, or just simply sat there to wait for mr.sun came down after the whole day he was busy brighten up the world , by the way I did these activities after I came back from the school of course. i used to go to the beach with my mom and my dad, they taught me how to fish and swim without any lifevest for the first time. It took me a while to finally know the basic of swimming even though we lived near the beach. Furthermore, when I was a little grown up, ofcourse I went to the beach with my friends more often than my parents.

Within moments, the welcoming embrace of the water transformed into aggressive jostles. I waded in the ocean searching for something to blame for ruining the mood. I found

A red, large kayak was still on the shore, waiting for us to push it into the water. Since we were the only group who hadn’t left the beach, a sense of pressure was rising in me to join them before they started without us. I glanced at my mom who was talking to the instructor. Nevertheless, even though kayaking was supposed to be a joyful experience, I somehow frightened of facing what the previous couple experienced. What if I would get stuck under the current of the waves? Would I manage to swim to the surface and be able to get back in the kayak? My mind began racing with all the possible outcomes and situations that would I would most likely encounter. The guide was still waiting for us to wade into the water. I knew it was too late to decide not to go now. I would regret not trying at all instead of trying and then failing. With this in mind, I gave an I-can-do-this gesture to my mom, and she grinned with such

I was with my Mom, Dad, and my brother Austin and we were all hungry. The ferry boat didn’t have anything except water and we ate a small breakfast because we were running late. My brother spotted a small restaurant near the beach area. I was okay with it and so was my parents. We walked for 20 minutes to get there. It wasn’t bad because we were mostly in the shade. We arrived at the restaurant and it was a little outdoor bar. It seemed pretty cool actually. We ate our food (which was the best food ever) and we saw a little shack that said “Kayak and Paddleboard Rentals” My dad thought it would fun if we went kayaking along the shoreline.

Then the breathtaking view of every single car in the dealership I never got to see a car's roof before, because i was too small. The view was almost as breathtaking was seeing the whole beach from above. It was one the best things about the trip. Afterwards my father and i talked about everything that happened during my trip. The Nissans, the Subaru's, practically every car i

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

As i stepped out onto the sand I could feel the warm sand between my toes and i could hear the blue waves crashing onto the shore. The are was filled with the saltiness of the water and you could feel the cold refreshing breeze blowing into your face. The sky was a bright neon-blue with fluffy white clouds. You could see dark green clumps of seaweed being brought up to the shore by the waves. Then my dad yelled,”Hurry up we have to find a good spot.”

Until the waves crashed against my ankles, the cold yet refreshing water sent me into shock, which reassured me for than anything else that my family could retreat to its original form similar to the waves retreating back to the ocean and be together for a day and spend time together in harmony, no arguments, no facades, and no disruptions. It was real and that’s all I ever

Overwhelming: the force of the water pulling me down is overwhelming. I no longer know where I am, it has me in its grip. The bottom is gone. The surface is gone. The pressure on my chest is merciless. I can feel darkness sliding down me. Yes, this was the end. How did I let my friend convince me to try swimming?

The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand. The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand. The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.