Personal Narrative : Moving To America After 13 Years

When the snow began to melt and the warming in the air began, I knew spring was coming. The cool breeze that came off the remaining snow left a crisp feel in the month of March. Spring break had finally come, and my step-mom and my father had planned a vacation to the beautiful Gulf Shores in Alabama. My level of excitement was overwhelming to go on this trip, not just because I was lucky to miss one day of school while returning home, but because I genuinely love the beach! Notwithstanding that I had never been to the Gulf of Mexico before, I pondered to myself if it would be more different than that of a beach on the Pacific Coast.

John Collins, the first club professional, created the club’s environment: building up young boys by helping them set and achieve goals. The main purpose of the club is to help young kids off the streets and assist in developing a successful future. This was taken so seriously that Aaron Fahringer, the western regional director in the 1950s drafter the “Boys and Girls Club” code:

It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals”(57)

the warm gulf air. We had planned to spend the week swimming and fishing at the beach but

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by

The hike into camp from the parking lot is amazing, and the first glimpse of the lake that

Every summer,my family has the tradition of going down to Wildwood Beach for a week . Wildwood is like home to me. There I have countless memories such as riding a huge 12 person bike, ordering zeppoles for breakfast and getting the icecream truck at midnight every year. The beach is where we all saw my baby cousin's first steps and where I went on walks during sunset with my papa before he passed. Every year we all count down the days to be down there, all together, to make even more memories. The beach represents me in so many ways . I love the feeling of the sand on my feet and the calmness I get being

strolling off every wave that crashed into the silky sand at Myrtle Beach. The more I heard the

There is nothing better than breathing in fresh air, soaking your skin in the warm summer sun, and diving into the waters of a clear cool ocean. And while we sometimes think heading to the Caribbean or another location with natural tropical coastlines is the only way to experience such bliss, there are plenty of man-made beaches that are worthy of exploration. Let’s check out few artificial gems that have replicated nature’s awesomeness.

were so excited, so we wanted to see the beach before we go to our hotel. We got a little wet,

The horizon is greeted by the dark blue sea that extends further than the eye can see. The water has many crests overflowing with energy, even in the still frame. Dark blue colors shift to softer shades of turquoise until the break of the waves turn them into white foam creeping onto the shore.

The sound of the beach is peaceful, I can hear the waves crashing on the beach and the boats coming in and going out. The kids running around, building sand castles and giggling, reminds me of how easy it was to be young and makes me want to be younger again. I can hear the seagulls calling for other seagulls and I hear them flying around people begging them for food.

My skin soaking up the sun, the water splashing at my face, and the constant wind in my hair are my favorite little things while on the boat at my lake house. As I sit on the boat I take in every stress free moment it offers to me. My lake house is on Shafer Lake, which is right in the middle of a small town Monon, Indiana. Aside from living in Italy, this is where I picture my life after retirement.

our boat room balcony. I rubbed my hand against my eyes to make sure I was awake.

Descriptive summer essay A visit to the beach is one of life 's greatest pleasures. .... I hear the crash of waves braking over the soft pearly sand of the beach. ....