Descriptive Essay : My Vacation To Myrtle Beach

I currently live in Kissimmee, Florida. Kissimmee is a city located in Central Florida’s Osceola County. It is located south of Orlando. The State of Florida is positioned in both the northern and western hemispheres. It is located in the far southeastern region of the United States which is a part of North America. Florida is bordered by the states of Alabama and Georgia, the Atlantic Ocean, Gulf of Mexico and the Straits of Florida. The physical system of Florida includes the KOE system which is the Kissimmee River, Okeechobee, and Everglades. The Human System of Florida would be the Crystal River 3 Nuclear Power Plant, also known as the Crystal River Nuclear Plant. It’s a closed nuclear power plant located in Crystal River, Florida.

I was sitting on a hot steamy white sand beach where the ocean was washing into the shore. Cinque Terre was a nice vacation spot to chill, relax, and go for a swim. Ninety-Five degree weather all day long, everyday. My family and I were staying in a small, no air-conditioning house with only 3 bedrooms. During our sleep, we forget to close the windows so little lizards come into our house and crawl up our walls. Cinque Terre is a great vacation spot for many family activities!

Have you ever been on a vacation? To me a vacation is a time to be with friends or family. When I think of vacations, I think of packing, the flight or drive, and relaxation. Not only is it very exciting to go on a vacation, but you get closer to the people that go with you.

It was early November 2009, and I was very excited to go see my aunt and uncle up in the Twin Cities the next day. We were eating at Pizza Ranch with some family and friends that night, and when we left, my babysitter and a few other people told me, “Have fun at J and Lindsey’s.” Everybody else knew what was in store for us, but my almost-four-year-old brother, Owen, and I (six years old at the time) had no idea that the very next day we would be flying to Orlando, Florida, on a surprise trip to Disney World.

On the morning of June 17, 2016, I woke up with a smile on my face like it was Christmas morning. I launched myself out of bed to take a quick shower before I was to meet my friends to leave for Daytona Florida. We planned this trip months ahead of time when we found out there was a truck meet on the weekend of June 18th and 19th. The truck meet we went to was where anyone who owned a pickup truck could come down to Daytona Florida and drive on the beach to get to mingle and entertain one another for the weekend. We met at a local gas station in Morgantown Kentucky at eight that morning. There was eleven of us total going on the trip, my father, Robbie Henderson, my friend Seth Gaskey and his father, Jimmy Gaskey, my

It was June 10, the day we got out of school and headed to the beach. It was our annual family trip to Myrtle Beach which meant going to Family Kingdom, River City, to the ocean, and playing around. I couldn’t wait it was finally time to go and as soon as we got on the highway my mom stops the car and turns around because she forgot her pillow. That didn’t really bother me because everyone forgets things. We were about two hours into the trip when my brother realizes that he forgot his phone. He complained the whole rest of the way how he wanted to go home and he didn’t want to go all because of his phone. But the best part was soon to come. We stopped at a convenient store to rest and get a snack. I got a bag of Chex Mix and a Blue Raspberry

A rough takeoff with crosswinds blowing us side to side and lightening bolts striking down right next to us. Turbulence that would throw you out of your seat if your seat belt was not fastened. This was my first non accompanied flight after my mom started working for PSA. Day trips like this have influenced my development greatly, the day trips to Myrtle Beach or Jacksonville for a round of golf. Or the weekend vacation to New Orleans and Destin, and Daytona Beach are all stories within themselves that sparked influential events that have all affected my development.

Myrtle Beach is boogie boarding with Daddy and digging holes to China with my sunburnt cousins, embarking on shark tooth hunts with my older brother and competing in sandcastle building contests with my little sister. Myrtle Beach is lazy Mondays and Sundays and every day in between spent splashing in the surf and Mommy always warning me to re-apply Coppertone unless I wanted to transform into "a walking, talking lobster, missy." Myrtle Beach is jolting upright in bed and scampering downstairs, two steps at a time, with a breakfast smorgasbord awaiting me on my grandparents' kitchen counter. Myrtle Beach is gazing up awestruck as fireworks set the Fourth of July sky ablaze for miles and miles down the Grand Strand and knowing wholeheartedly that regardless of what anybody might say, there is magic on this earth because this moment—these seconds spent along the shoreline with those who are my world—what else could that possibly be, if not magic?

My family and I woke up from a great night of rest in the hotel we decided to stay at in Indianapolis, Indiana. All we want to do is get on the road as fast as we can for our final stretch of the drive from Indianapolis, Indiana to our final destination Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The last little bit of a drive from Indianapolis is Myrtle Beach is still six and a half hours away and everyone is just anxious to get there and be in the blazing hot sun lying on the white sand beach next to the ocean.

My parents and I happily trudged out of our chilled condo room, weighed down by various beach supplies. We made our way to the elevator, slowly but surely exiting the maze we call our condo hallways. As we glided down, floor after floor, we finally reached the parking garage. We stepped out of the elevator feeling a mix of humidity and heat immediately cling to our tan bodies. We exited the garage to find a beautiful scene. Birds were flying overhead as there were sun rays beating down against white, hot sand. We crossed the bridge that held shoes and scattered shells. After we did so, we pressed our feet against the white sand that belonged to Destin, Florida. The sight was even more alluring than I had ever imagined.

The most memorable day in my life was when I went to South Carolina Myrtle beach. This was one of my most favorite trips of all. It was also my first time going to Myrtle Beach. It was on the 4th of July, my uncle’s birthday. It’s a day we all celebrate in remembrance of his life.

Vacations can be immaculate moments of life in which common people live, love, laugh, and relieve stress. However, how can a time of relaxation, quality time with family, and genuine human connection, turn into something dark and sinister? This is the question every member of my family asks, any time we go on a trip or vacation. Whether or not we are slackening in the plains of South Dakota, the mountains of Tennessee, or even the coast of Florida, disaster creeps into our heads and soon, our realities. Tornadoes, wildfires, and hurricanes have plagued the regions we seek to dilute the soul and only follow once we have left the region do we realize we have yet again out run catastrophe.

I love surfing. My favorite place to surf is on an island called Folly Beach. When I found out that there was a week-long surf camp there I begged my parents to go. Please, please, I will do anything if you take me.” I pleaded. At first, my parents didn’t take me seriously. But after talking to them and showing them the pros to going, they gave in and agreed to make the 12-hour drive. When we got to the hotel we turned on the TV. There was a show on telling us that a record number of shark attacks had just happened in South Carolina that year. I decided to be precautious while far out in the ocean. Especially when nobody was near me because that is the most common place to get bitten, killed or attacked by a shark.

During the summer of 2017, I went on vacation with my parents, and also with my best friend, Shae Simon. We all went to an amusement park named Kings Island. Kings Island has always been one of my favorite places to go, and it still is. Kings Island is so much fun that I’ve been there five times in the past two years! I have went with my parents most of the time, but also with friends, and other family. Sometimes, I went for two days, others only one. I really love to go to Kings Island, it’s just so much fun to ride all of the rides, play all of the games, and eat all of the delicious food!

“Hooray!” I shouted, I am so excited about today. Why am I so enthusiastic you may ask, because today is the first day of summer vacation.We were on our way to the beach Every year me and my family visit the beach for a whole month. So as you can see there is much to be excited about. As we drove along I could barely wait, I could smell the fresh, salty ocean air. I asked my parents “are we there yet.” They replied with one word, yes! This year in particular is extra exciting because we are going to rent a new beach house. We had arrived as I leapt up out of the car to my dismay the new beach house wasn’t as great as I had anticipated.