Personal Narrative: Isle De Padre In Seal Beach

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

I live on Turtle Point Cove in North Ridge, it's just a little bit into Saltillo. I’ve grown up in that house. I live next to my close friends. I live near my cousins, they live just a couple houses down from us. Almost every weekend we all have a cookout and we either go to my friends house or ours, since we are next door neighbors if never matters whose house it’s at.

Entering Cal State Channel Islands was a momentous victory when it came to my acceptance. As a matter of fact, I sense I was going to improve my writing skills and be out with the old traditional habits taught to me in high school. My writing experience was identical to a metaphoric quote, “kill two birds with one stone.” The stone symbolize when I abolished the five sentence per paragraph policy. The two birds represented writing techniques and understanding how to express myself onto a paper. Unfortunately, the only English classes I have ever taken in my higher education were English 102 and English 103. Consequently, from what I can recall, I was intellectually and writing constantly about my opinions based on certain topics. When it came

For as long as I can remember I have always adored the ocean, I did not expect that I would love being 2,000 feet above it. For spring break my family and I go to Florida to visit our grandparents, my cousins also travel down there for the week. It appears to be tradition to take my grandfather’s boat out and journey down to Fort Meyer’s Beach. This time, my family has arranged for some of us to go parasailing.

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Hidden away in Lake Powell, Arizona, is Lone Rock Canyon, a blue diamond in the desert. Go on a paddle boarding adventure, and experience beautiful contrasts of stark desert rocks and crystal blue water. Along the way, step on the shores for a hike, watch the bighorn sheep and enjoy the breathtaking views. After a dip in the cool clear water, you will head home feeling amazed by your memorable

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.

Our second day in Mexico was the most exciting part of all! Low and behold, the single day we chose to go snorkeling happened to be the one day where the sky was a musky gray, the sun hid itself from the world, and God’s tears pelted against Earth’s surface. Despite the gloomy appearance, the Schmitt family aimed to remain positive. We drug ourselves onto the boat, hair sopping wet and shoes feeling as if we were walking through a field of quicksand. Once we had enveloped ourselves into the polar bears’ pool we were lucky if we could stay afloat. Waves crashed over my head and I felt like a helpless snail drowning in salt and yearning for survival. We made the most of our rough journey into the underwater wonderland and saw a few very intricate and radiant fish! In the end, the ideal goal of snorkeling may not have been exceptional, but the story

This love for water deepened as our family sojourned from one Naval base to another. Before my eighteenth birthday, I had dipped my toes in the waves at least eleven beaches, from the island of Saipan to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This mobile childhood sparked a lifelong passion to travel the world, seeking the natural beauty of God’s magnificent creation. Water covers nearly three-quarters of the earth, therefore the opportunities to nourish my soul are more than abundant.

Life on San Souci was terrific! There was no worries in life when I lived there. San Souci even means no worries. The people that lived on the island that I mainly remember are my Grandpa Jim, my brothers, my parents, and my best friend Kyler.

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

It was a bright sunny day on the beaches of Cancun, but unusually, the waves were massive that day in mid-December. My family, following the tradition of every time we go to a tropical country for vacation, decided to go paragliding in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. After waiting about an hour to get the tickets for the activity, it finally came time to get on the boat, but in order to get there, we would have to be transported to the boat by jet ski with two passengers and a driver on each one.

My wife and I spent all day at Navarre Beach yesterday, and as we were walking back to our truck, we heard someone else walking to their car tell his wife “honey get our daughter in the car fast”. Wondering what was happening, we realize that there is a man/women couple sitting on the ground behind a car “orally pleasuring” each other, while there is a SECOND couple in the front seat of this car they are sitting behind doing the SAME THING…Still in shock of what was going on, due to the fact that this is occurring in the MIDDLE of a public beach parking lot in the MIDDLE of the day, the couple behind the car stands up to start making out, and “feeling each other” up against the car. At this point, my draw dropped and me and my wife were saying

The first time i went to Lagoon i was scared to go on the colossus and i did not want to ride it again. But i did do it at the end of the day so then it was my favorite ride until we went again that same month. This time the first ride my dad wanted to ride was the Cannibal and i was really scared to go on this ride. When we got in the line for the ride you could see the really big loop and that made me really nervous and i wanted to leave the line.

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.