Personal Narrative: A Day At Myrtle Beach

A few days in the marina, savoring the last little bits of our time in Florida, ended abruptly with an early morning trip to the airport in the dark. With spring break coming up and missing grandbabies, not to mention kids, we planned to fly back up north for a visit. We had to wear long pants and carry coats because we knew it’d be cold in Maryland. Ohhh…the horror of it.

When i went Destin, Florida. I went to Florida this summer after school was out . We went with my sisters best friend, and my best friend’s family. We drove from Arkansas all the way to Destin, Florida. The day we got there we went straight to the beach! It was the first time I had ever seen the ocean! The following day we decided to go down to the smoothie shack and get a smoothie then swim in the pool. The grown ups went to the beach while we were at the pool.

I never thought a white woman from North Carolina could make a change. Back then, everywhere I went I can feel the town's eyes follow. You don't grow up thinking that your beliefs could/would change. Hell, you grow up thinking much of nothing down here. In North Carolina, the only thing you have time for is making money. So you can buy more time.

So my first two weeks at Florida Southern have been exhausting to say the least. One does not really know how flipped their sleep schedule is until they have to wake up early to drive to 8 am classes every other day. The bright side to these days, however, is that I end up making it home by about 11:00 am, where, beforehand, I might have even woken up at this time. I honestly don’t know what I expected from college, but I knew that the college that I planned on attending had a very beautiful campus. Living in the area, you always hear people talking about how world class architecture is located within the city. Florida Southern, along with Publix, and the location between Orlando and Tampa were the reasons everybody talked about

"Stop asking questions!" my mom had told my brothers for about the one hundredth time. We were in our family minivan on our way to Florida. My mom and step dad would not tell my younger brothers where they had planned for us to go. I could see Bailey and Lucas Jr.'s ( We call him LJ) frustration and boredom as we passed the "Leaving Louisiana" sign. Though I knew we were going to Florida, I didn't know exactly where or why. My mom, Tonia, sat in the passenger seat; the entire ride all I saw was the back of her reddish-brown hair. I could see Lucas', my step dad, light hazel eyes in the rearview mirror hanging in the middle of the roof. The two youngest, Bailey and LJ, sat in the middle seats, and Timothy, my other brother, and I sat in the

The beach exploded with noise as children ran around, playing whatever game their imaginations' could dream of. Toddlers with shovels and pails were building wonderful sand castles with their parents. Some of the other older kids raced around the beach deciding which one was "it", while chuckling to themselves. The sound of yelling "Mine!" and "FREE!" came from the young volleyball players. Children were laughing and playing as the waves came crashing down upon them. Seagulls, squawking and screeching, waiting for someone to chase after them, or feed them. The sun's heat with mixture of the cool wind made a lovely combination. The warm water covered people's feet as they talked and had their own conversations. The ideal weather was perfect

I thought today would be just another normal day in chilled Maryland, but oh could I have been more wrong. The day started out just like every other. My little eleven-year-old heart was full of jubilance. I was having an admirable day with all my friends, and I had no worries. None of my siblings knew that an event that night at dinner was about to change our lives for better or for worse. My family and I sat down at aged table and we could all feel the tension that surrounded the air. “We have something to tell you guys, and we don’t want you to get upset” declared my mother. This statement made me nervous. Anytime some says not to get upset, you know something has happened that is going to change your entire live. “We are moving

Once upon a time I went to Pensacola, Florida. I say once upon a time but it was really just over the summer. It rained pretty much everyday that we were there and it was hot. Now, I’m not someone to get really deep in the ocean or bay because obviously the animals that live in the ocean. Last time I was in the ocean I was pinched by a crab, and somebody caught some baby sharks that night so I was freaked out. This time the thing that was in the ocean was way too close for comfort and I could see it.

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

I see a beach over the sand. I saw the restaurant and it smells good to eat. The squalls come and get the fishes. I feel the wind over my face. What beautiful beach and lots of people play. There has a different of 5 restaurants. The so called us and hearing something. The shells are amazing and you can hear though the sound of the ocean.

This summer me and my family went to awesome South Carolina! It was a hectic ride on the way there with my two little brothers fighting in the back and we had to be in the car for 15 hours. When we got there we ate at a really cool restaurant they had people on stilts and they had magicians that did magic tricks and gave out balloons but they made things out of the balloon. We went to the beach every day it was the Atlantic Ocean and it was hot and it was very nice out there! My family and I had a great time in South Carolina this year it was a really fun and great experience!

“All of you put your heads down!”, the bus driver barked. As if at any second we were going to be bombarded by bombs. However, little to my knowledge, we were about to be. Not by bombs, but by a hail of chaos that would seem to never end for the next four months. The bus screeched to a stop, the old brakes groaning from its years of carrying young kids like me to this same destination. My heart was racing, I knew from this point on, nothing would ever be the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glimmer of the infamous drill instructor hat known to be feared around the globe. “What have I gotten myself into now”, I thought to myself. I knew it was too late, there was no turning back.

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.

It was a warm, summer day. The waves crashing down on the sand, children and adults alike were laughing. Alia Smith, a 10 year old girl, put a foot in the ocean, shrinking away from the coldness. Something shiny caught her eye, a seashell. She walked towards it, picking it up. Another shimmer caught her eye, even further away from the previous. A third shell caught her eye, and soon, Alia realized she couldn’t see her family.

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.