Personal Narrative: Dumping At The Beach Home

Dustin Vaughan had a terrible game on Sunday night. He didn’t look comfortable in the pocket threw picks & just was all over the place with the ball. Showers showed poised while being very calm while in the pocket. When moving outside of the pocket he always kept his eyes downfield to look for open wide-receivers. The fact that Showers can play special teams and make tackles he wouldn’t be a waste to use for the 46 game day roster if coaches decide to use him. I also considered that the Cowboys could go back to keeping two quarterbacks and hoping they could land Showers on practice squad.

You might not know my name or who I am, but that is not important, my story is important. I had a twin brother named Neels. He died in a car crash along with my mother when I was only five years old. After my brothers and mother 's death, my father thought it would be geniality for us to move to a beach house, to get distances from the memories. I still remember the house like it was just yesterday, baby blue with special memories of my father and I.

It wasn’t as if I had much of a choice. Actually there was, but this would settle things once and for all. Although, there were assurances, from the legal team of the best criminal attorney’s in the country, that there was nothing to worry about, a small chance is still a chance. I did discharged a firearm and my father did thrashed Gilbert something awful in front of witnesses, and my father did take over Tilley pharmaceutical in a wonderfully barbaric corporate takeover. What did work in my favor was me constantly speaking out at every opportunity the reason for my anger.

It was a sunny day so we decided to play outside. You were running and playing with Vaha and then you saw me and Jia Qi at the sandpit area. You came to me and told me to help you make a sand castle. I showed you how to do it and when you saw it, you wanted to do more so we put some sand into a castle bucket. It was heavy when it was full so I helped you turn it around so that it would stand. Before you pulled the castle bucket up, you tapped it three times and there we saw a nice sand castle. We did it many times because you were enjoying looking at them. When we saw that there was a lot already, I asked you to count them you were able to count all seven of them. Good counting Abi! It was fun playing with you and I’m looking forward to do

I didn’t know these people. I had at most, only spoken to these kids occasionally before we were stuffed into a hot white van for 10 hours. My palms became sweaty and I couldn’t bring myself to speak as the familiar scenery of Brookfield rolled into miles of empty farmers fields, gas stations and tourist traps. Everyone crammed in this van seemed to know each other so well, their endless talking blurred into a lul.

I grew up in a small city in Connecticut named Waterbury, or commonly known as the “Dirty Waters”. I’m not entirely sure why people call it that but I do know of the local myth that if you drink from the fountain downtown, you will never live in another city. So naturally, I avoided it like the plague. And I it worked. Although I can’t say the same for my family as they are on the 3rd generation born there.

To my surprise I won the contest, the contest everyone was talking about. It included a trip to a mysterious island, Turtle Island. No one knew what was so special about the island because the winners of the contest in the past were required to sign a contract to guarantee they wouldn’t tell anyone about what made the island so special. No one really knew anything about the island other than the fact that they wanted to find out what was on it. The letter I received the day before told me to meet at a pier about 2 hours away from my house. When I got to the pier the other 9 contestants were getting into the boat. About 30 minutes into the boat ride another contestant pointed out 3 huge and round rocks with trees, grass, buildings, water parks,

The pool was cold and I was breathing heavy. I felt like every muscle in my body was going to explode. I was swimming the last lap of the 500,and I couldn't feel my body. The black line at the bottom of the pool taunting me, since I have been staring at it for 19 laps. I only had one more lap to go, and I didn't know if I would make it. Through my tinted goggles I could see my teammates in black and orange suits jumping in the air cheering. My coach hands were moving,so fast and he was cheering so loud. I was finally approaching the yellow and blue flags. In my head I just kept telling myself ”You can do this, you can do this.”

I started to drift off--far off. I pictured the massive ocean back on Earth, where I saw the white water on the sea of drab green. I felt the wind blowing, my hair bowing, as it made its sound in my ears, as I tasted the salt spray from the waves crashing on the breakers, as I inhaled deeply. I pondered. The distant horizon was disturbed by the occasional sailboat. I pictured an oil tanker on the horizon. The taste of the salt air intensified, as I thought about it longer. The seagull standing in air, as it looked down for a new meal. I felt the sun's rays as it momentarily broke through the partly cloudy sky. I became entranced by my imagination as I listened to the repetitive sound of the waves breaking on the beach. I see footprints

I grew up for my first sixteen years in Miami, Florida, a large city on the southern east coast of Florida. My hometown is famous for it's lavish lifestyles and beaches. I however lived in a neighborhood far away from the beaches you would see on television. The closest beach for me was about an hour away. I remember my older sister and brother who could both drive taking me to the Keys and Miami Beach north of where we lived.

Jaxon found a rock we decided to stand on it and take a picture to make it look like we were standing on the water. The slimy moss on the bottom of my cold feet as sweet banana sunscreen mixed with a savory sweat dripped slowly down my face into my mouth. “ CHEESE”, yelled my dad, I could smell banana sunscreen drifting from my friend Jaxon’s face. That is what you get when you use banana boat. That was one of the best days in my life and I wish I could relive it every day. After about twenty playful minutes my friend’s dad Chad came with my little sister and my friend's little brother. They looked as though they had just woken up, though that was probably true considering they were both sleeping when we left. Charlie (Jaxon’s little brother) smelled the same as us, the banana isle in a grocery store, but my sister smelled like fresh crisp cool strawberry. “ We ran out of Banana Boat sunscreen”, explained Chad. Me and Jaxon nodded and my dad said ok. The next thirty minutes we played and played in the salty water. It was almost 10 o'clock , we headed back to the house we were staying at and jumped right into the icy cold

As i look in the mirror on friday morning before school i see fair skin, tanned by the many days in the sun. My long hair cascading down my back in natural beachy waves. Blonde as the white sand beaches here in Destin Florida and my eyes as blue as the ocean. I was what people called the perfect image of what people on the beach should look like.

My sister and I are crossing the creek. My mom is with us too. Nana is already ahead of us, smiling back through relaxed lips and fond eyes. We’re all excited to have our feet in the sand. I’m excited that I’m not the only one excited. Madeline isn’t one to play; neither in sand, water, nor outdoor setting. She populates her mind with clutter and insecurities in all weeks but this one, and takes her time here to notice the footprints she leaves behind as she steps over wet and dry and rocky sand alike. She knows that she’ll remember every year spent at this place. Mom walks on the silver trail of broken seashells where the water kisses the sand fleas. I think she lives in all eras of herself on this beach. She doesn’t have to remember what doesn’t disappear. I stare at the horizon, where the sky and sea embrace. I watch the waves meet my feet and they don’t greet or give regards before they rush past my ankles and rush even quicker back into themselves. There is a swell in my chest, in my heart and in my gut, as well, that pulls me towards her. I know that I’m futile in comparison, and I recognize that I’m afraid, so I reach as far as my sight allows into the vast mystery and yet absolute reality of the water. There is no force of nature that exists on such an equable plane of understanding as the ocean does. There is no person that is so unfaltering in their admiration for a big puddle as I am. Out of seven days, there is only so much time that we can set aside for trips

Going to the beach was nothing like going to the lake or swimming pool. The ocean had large waves that would come crashing into the beach. I was so small that the waves would just throw me around. I also got to walk down the beach and find different objects that the waves had washed up on shore. I found seashells that had brilliant colors like the rainbow. I even found a creature that looked like pink jelly. I picked the creature up with a stick and took it to show my dad. My dad told me that it was a jellyfish that could sting me, so he made me bury it in the sand. I saw another creature that was gliding in shallow water. It was dark brown with a long tail and looked like it had wings. It was a horrible looking creature that I had never seen before. My dad came down to the water to see what I was looking at. He told me that they were called skates, and they would not hurt me. That was the first time I saw something living in the ocean besides a fish. My dad then showed me that there were little creatures called, sand fiddlers, which would wash up when the waves crashed into the shore. We sat down on the sand so he could show me how to catch them. The sand fiddlers would dig down in the sand fast as lightning, so we had to dig for them fast as we could. When I caught one it felt like it was trying to dig into your hand with what seemed like a million legs. After about four hours I was exhausted and starving. I

‘’ 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.