I Was A Great Time

I sit alone in the dark, listening to cicadas and feeling a slight breeze creep across my arm, just enough to make the hairs perk up. Sitting in the hanging chairs on the dock at eleven o’clock at night, just allows for my body to calm and relax before I go to sleep. It is pure serene and tranquil. I observe how the blue lights on each dock are lit and move with the roll of a passing boat’s waves. My lips taste the crisp, humid, muggy, late July air. My eyes move from one end of the dock to the other. Waiting for any

My Thanksgiving was pretty fun. I got to see all of my brothers at the same time. We did not have our dinner until Friday, but Thursday was still pretty busy. We did a lot of cooking. Also a lot of arranging.

The beach is still. What once was golden with colour and joy, now lies dull colourless and blind. Waves crashing onto the moiled sand as the taste of sand over wheals my mouth. Not a body to be seen across the vast graveyard, the colour of grey drags in the air caving in on my every breath. While the only source of light comes from the moons reflection on the water. Playground swings sway hauntingly alone, not a bike or a skateboard anywhere nor a crack of laughter or a pep of moan. The smell of Fish and Chips has disappeared and so has the sight of crowds cheering the skateboards on. The sound of the ocean makes the atmosphere feel abandoned, dark, alarming but relaxed. Seaweed heads and shells lay undisturbed among the sand

I’m in a quiet and warm place. I hear a noise and noticed that I just stepped on a branch filled with color edible blueberries. I look up and see all types of edible fruit that surround these colorful trees. Crackling leaves, crunching twigs, the fresh scent of pine nuts in a rainy mahogany brown forest surround me. It feels like paradise. As I walked slow and relaxed, I can hear a deafening uproar of a mocking jay above me, a glimpse of a tiger’s gold bright eyes as he passed by me and a bright light leading me the way to the blue horizon. In my tranquil place it’s always summer. Not too hot, but just right with a slight breeze gently against on my skin. The ocean is surrounded by palm trees the size of buildings

The single best day I had has a child was when my mom said that she had a surprise in mind for vacation. She didn’t say what it was but said that my brother and I would love it we took a long drive to St. Louis, Missouri to visit the Gateway Arch. This was an unexpected surprise visiting a museum it was a great time waster but my mom said that this wasn’t the surprise. The next day we went to the big surprise which was Six Flags. The first thing that we did there was visit the water park which had a multiple attractions that you had to at least try all of them. Then we went to the Main Park which had of kinds of rides my favorites being the Batman ride and superman ride that they had. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience and the single best

When we went to Lubbock to go visit are the family, we has to stay at my grandmas house and it was cold in their house because they didn't have their heater on we told them to put it on but they never listen to us. So we all just wrapped ourselves in blankets. We celebrated Christmas with my dad's side of the family for the day. We eat ham and other sides that they made with it and we opened gifts, all I got was some clothes.The next day we celebrated with my mom's side of the family. We ate tacos,beans, and chips and after that we opened presents and we played bingo.Then the next day we went back home, back it was time to go back.

Fish swim around in a swirl of color without even realizing the supremacy of their outer appearance. I would imagine they’re smiling underneath that glassy blanket they live in. The air is always crisp and full of natural purity with just a wisp of campfire smoke every now and then. Pine trees season the scenery with fresh bursts of forest green and their famous musky scent. When the sun starts to go down and the remaining light hits the water, it looks like a rainbow of watercolors spilled ever so gently onto the surface and you’re heart skips a beat from the age old beauty of it all. At that very moment, it makes me feel like nothing bad could ever come near me and whatever shall happen thus far, I can still depend on the sun to make it’s breathtaking decent into the night. Everything at Jordan Lake has always been profound for me, simply because it’s been an outlet that has always been there for my entire life. It is not only a symbol of the hardships I was able to overcome throughout my life with silent contemplation and rounded logical thinking but a reminder to stay humble and appreciate the people I have been gifted with as a support

September 25th we woke up bright and early, packed the car, and headed to my aunt and uncle’s house in Moultrie, GA with my grandparents. When we got to my aunt’s house I was happy to see my cousins. We slept there that night.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

Cardinals fly overhead occasionally, the palm tree spreads out over the edge of the pool, the dog gets into the pool against my will, and country music plays in the background. The pool reflects the cloudy sky along with the planes overhead and at night, the stars shimmer in the still image of the pool. My dad called me from downstairs occasionally to join him in the hot tub and most of the time I could join him. What I would give to accept his offer every single time.

A little bit after everyone was done eating their food it was about 6:00pm and some store were going to open soon since it was Black Friday. Two of my aunts went me and my cousin wanted to come to but they didn't invite us so the probably didn't want us to come with them so yeah.After that, we wrote some suggestions for a secret Santa thing

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

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 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.