My Life At The Beach House

At the age of fourteen Bonnie Phillips, (my grandfathers daughter) had moved out with her boyfriend Michael James Coyle because she was pregnant. My grandfather tried to get her to stay home, but my mother wouldn’t. My mother then had my brother at the age of fifteen, then later at the age of eighteen was having me in 1997. I really knew my grandfather that well because of this situation. I seen him every once

It was my first day at my new catholic school and my father was walking me to the front steps. He stopped then knelt down so that we were at the same level and said,

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

My name is Callie Moreau. I was 14 when my father was pronounced dead. His body was not identifiable but he had his wallet on him, or something like that. My mother recovered from the accident quicker than I had expected. She eloped with a rich man by the name of Jonathan Leroux. Believe it or not, she did not tell me she

After manuel asked her to be his they went right to the beach which was located about ½ of a mile away from the restaurant. They rolled down the beach with his fantastic car playing some old school music full blast like if they were the only people on this earth. This was their special day and no one on the earth can ruin this. When they pulled up to the beach emmanuel pulled up to the first parking spot. He got out of the car and went to go open the door for his new wife.they both walked down the beautiful sand where the sand was clear of any sticks and rocks. The night was just right with a beautiful full moon and the sky nice and dark. The walked romantically down the beach line feeling the nice ice cold water with their feet. Maria was walking a little fast because she had wanted to get to the end of the beach where they had sat for about 1 hour. They talked about a lot of their date and how much it meant to

On a warm and sunny day my mom and I pack the last of our things from our now old house. At the time we were living in a 2 story condo in Issaquah. We had been living here for many years, but our landlord had come back from Africa and gave us a week's notice that he was moving into our house. Forcing us to try and find a house in a HURRY!!!!Luckily my mom was able to find a house that was about 20 minutes away from our home in Issaquah. This house wasn't a normal sized house that we found. It was gigantic. Over 4,000 square feet, 6 stories and tons of rooms. It had the biggest backyard that leads into a beautiful forest, it kind of reminded you of being in a fairy forest. But even though it was in a huge gated community there was still something off about it. The house itself reminded you of a horror movie ,

When I walk through the door, I immediately know where I am. I’ve been coming here since I was just a kid. It’s the beach house we go to as a family every summer. Just thinking about being there makes me really happy as I remember all the great memories I have of that place. I remember the first time my older cousin brought her future husband to meet our family. I remember the first time I got to hold my baby cousin. I look back over years I can see my family growing up as my grandparents decide to retire, my aunt and uncle get married and have kids, my cousins graduating from high school and college, and one is now even married and has a kid on the way.

It was early last summer me ,my sister, and my cousins ,Miles and ,Nick drove to Florida with my aunt lynn ,and we were staying at our beach house. So the first day we were there we when to the beach and this is where the story begins. “Miles I got an idea,” I said “What is it?” he asked “what if we made a mini island and built a castle on top,” “ That seem kinda hard doesn’t it?” “Maybe.” So we got to work digging holes and getting sand and we start dumping it into the water but it does nothing.

I was five years old I had just finished my homework of counting to one hundred for the night. Then my dad walked out of the kitchen and said “Jaden do you to help me make cookies?” I was excited I had never helped my dad make anything before let alone cookies. Almost as soon as my dad could blink I had already dashed into the kitchen.

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.

‘’ 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.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

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 sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.