Personal Narrative Essay: Lily At The Beach

Margaret Rose, Maureen, Bridget, Joseph, their mom and their dad are immigrants, traveling to New York on a ship. Margaret Rose gets up out of bed to see if there is any signs of land. A man say’s “do you see that” Margaret Rose say’s “See what” the man says “that” Margaret Rose looked again she saw the Statue Of Liberty. Margaret Rose quickly called her family to see Lady Liberty. They had to get all of their stuff together, then they went to the deck of the ship. Soon word was spread, the people were all going upstairs to see lady liberty they were so fascinated they were all going to the edge of the boat to see her the captain said they were sinking but of course nobody listened. They soon boarded off the boat. First they had to go through

I feel the gentle hot sand beneath my bare feet the tips of shells peek from the holes in the sand. The ocean….. I look over to see Allie sitting in her purple beach chair and i began to walk over across the sand. I haven't been to Willow cove beach since I was 3 when my mom was drinking all night at the beach bar and left me until someone called the cops at 2 in the morning to pick me up. So now I usually go surfing at Clearwater beach instead.

One humid summer night, when I was five years old, I was surfboarding on a kick board in my grandma's cozy bathtub. The tepid water was about halfway full and everything was going fine because I was holding on to the white squared ledge in the bathtub so I would wouldn't slip. Then I screamed to my Dad, "Look, look, I'm surfing, I'm surfing!"

It was about three years ago that my family and I had decided to listen to my sister and plan this trip to a lake. We could not resist sitting on our living room sofas and letting the humid air slap us right across the face. So Friday night we went out to the store to buy everything we imaged we would need to make a successful family trip. So Saturday morning comes around six we are close to ready in leaving to the lake. It was a struggle for me to get up in the morning so as soon as we got on the road with the van my eyes fell shut. According to my dad it was a two hour drive before the engine of the car stopped and my eyes were open again. We happen to be in some sort of parking lots. Once we knew we were at the parking lots of the lake we unpacked everything we brought our bags with extra clothes, food, balls, and the canopy’s. We had to walk through a pathway that was surrounded by very giant trees until we arrived to the end of the trees and was this signed that read “WELCOME TO LAKE PERRIS”.

It was a bright day in Key Largo when I first arrived in Ocean Reef during the summer. Seeing the beige guard gate with green palm trees surrounding it at the entrance of this prestigious club reminded me of all the good times I have had there. My mom swiped our membership card and speeded off into the club with excitement. The car, speeding, turning, and almost crashing had made it to the golf cart rental station in one piece, where we rented a cart. This cart was freedom. Finally, I could embark on my journey and meet up with friends I had not seen in what felt like months. My cart made it to the “Raw Bar,” a restaurant known to all the club members at Ocean Reef. Before I got off my cart, I could already smell the fresh and salty tuna sashimi

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

She stood up to see and then look down on me with the biggest smile on her face and nod yes. Tears started to roll down my eyes it was the best feeling ever its hard to explained it, I was so happy but at the same time anxious I wanted to see her I wanted to hold her, I knew that they had to check her and clean her up. The nurse signal my sister to go where they were cleaning her it felt like the longest time ever I could see the doctor moving it seem like they were pulling and tugging but honestly didn’t care what they were doing to me, I just wanted to see Minerva I wanted to hold her. I had carried this little person for 37 weeks, I had felt her kicks, her hiccups, I had talk to her about this day, I had already been mad at her for the night

It was a summer day the sun was out, the ground was hot, the shade was dull, the sweet smell of the flowers, the icy water on the sprinkler, the perfect day to go outside and play. The birds were chirping, the trees and were green,

The sun was shining so warmly when my Mom, my Aunt Connie, her boyfriend Zach, and his daughter Willow arrived in Rodanthe, North Carolina. Rodanthe is a very small town located on the Outer Banks of North Carolina near Cape Hatteras. We love going there every summer because it is away from all of the tourist areas, it’s small, and we get to know all of our neighbors.

It was around christmas time and my dad had decide he wanted to take a vacation, so we decided on florida and he wanted to got to Miami and I wanted to go to Sarasota. We invited my sister her boyfriend and they brought my nephew along. We all piled into my sister's car which was on a Nissan maxima so it was a very tight fit. Everyone would drive in three hour intervals and on the second day around noon we would see where we were.

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

The fresh salt smell from the ocean diffuses through the pure thick tropic air. When walking away from the beach you enter an almost mirage sort of eden, Natural Rainforest covers from where the sand meets the soil to far out into the country with every shade of green glowing. The emerald green trees sway calmly from side to side, Soon the sand turns into low laying grass, That tickles between your toes.Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland are like a sight of the bliss, watching them for hours would not be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on that beauty of incredible merging of colours into a pool of cool crystal clear water. Nature finds a perfect way to collaborate with the buildings that look frozen in time with white and cyan coloured houses on each street, some with a slick of fresh paint and others worn down by time with chips of pain peeling of around the edges, each house with a white picket fence like out of an old film. Night brings a whole new sensory experience, as the tide comes in people leave the beaches and head to the main

It was a cold October day. The closer I came to the fogged up windows, the faster my heart would beat making my breath quicken. I step into the locker room to prepare for the pool. As soon as I step out the humidity hit me. I’ve been scoping out the competition for a few hours now and they are good. I say to my friend” I sure hope that I don’t have to race against them” . Then my name gets called and what do you know I have to go against a state winner and 6 more excellent swimmers. Suddenly my number gets called.”Swimmer's step up!”.My heart racing. Adrenalin pumping. Me trying to calm down so I can actually go. “ Swimmers ready?”...The whistle blows.

It's just another painstaking day at the gym, a conglomeration of the din of exertion to the satisfying reverberation of metal clanging against metal. Striding confidently around the facility, it is effortless to ignore commiseration for the body, for clearly this must wait until the cycle is done. Reaped from all the interminable hours are of course substantial gains, and for this reason the cycle must change in order to maintain an impeccable physique. Accomplishing this goal is intrinsic enough, the system of exercises must be manipulated sporadically so as to avoid slipping into a constant routine of simplicity. Many variables are far from that manageable to govern. Too often people find themselves hopelessly adrift on whatever cycle life

I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on