Personal Narrative: Salmon Creek Beach

The inclusion of footage of Koby surfing successfully at a turbulent time with the law had the purpose to re-channel the focus from the negative aspects of the “Bra Boys” history to the favourable events that portray them as surfing legends. Abberton was strongly promoting the moral that the “Bra Boys” as a whole, turn their disadvantage into success as the surf was their saviour. Koby Abberton was the figurehead for this storyline and by the use of his career achievements; it effectively cancelled out the negative judgements that could arise from his court case. The use of extreme long shots of the giant waves in Tahiti and Hawaii and the small surfer riding the mammoth waves acted a strong symbol. The relative size of the wave which was further emphasised by the choice of camera shot represents the amount of variables against Koby Abberton – representing the “Bra Boys”.

Both the literal and metaphorical meanings of “From the Wave” represents how preparation turns into success. “From the Wave” is considered an imagist poem, which causes the reader to dig deeper than the literal meaning. Gunn compares surfers with graduating students to prove that in order to succeed, preparation is

Every summer I look forward to sitting on a large, warm cabana under the Texas sun. My feet buried in the sand as I welcome the lukewarm waves against my legs. Being a beach bum in South Padre Island, Texas is a great way to bring on the summer. This island isn’t short of attractions, from the beautiful ocean, to tasty restaurants, to fireworks over the ocean you will never get bored on your vacation! Last summer I was joined by a few of my closest friends. We made so many memories as we all went parasailing for the first time. Our relationship grew stronger as we were able to share a new experience together. Spending a few weeks in South Padre Island with family and close friends is a great way to make memories that will last a lifetime.

Bethany shows a great deal of perseverance through her journey. Even with the tragic loss of her arm, she didn’t give up her dream to become a professional surfer. After being discharged from the hospital, Bethany tried more than four times to catch a wave, but finally she prevailed. Her family was ecstatic when she stood on the board

The United States has always been “home” to me because I feel that I am a bit of the quintessential American story. I was born to immigrants hoping for a better opportunity than what was offered from their third world home country. I was raised and went to school here, which blended many of my parent’s home culture and the new American culture. As I have matured, I have noticed how much my life has been influenced by society’s opportunities and issues. The American character is the crossroads of opportunity, struggle, and hopefulness because the it is not only a reflection of the founding father’s ideas, but also a reflection of minorities who have interjected their experiences that shaped my American journey.

Sitting on my board with my feet in the sand, I look out at the ocean and take in the smell of the salty air that has always reminded me of home. What I’d do to have Pops here, giving me some guidance. Memphis ears perk up and his head cocks to the side, as her voice calls out to us, “A surfing cowboy, now I’ve seen everything!” She

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

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 boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

Snow began to fall outside of the city of Long Beach, Washington. The lighthouse, nearly half a mile away illuminated the dull grey sky, creating reflections in the bright white snow, turning the city into something of a fairytale. Orange lights from the street cast through the snow and ice, accented by blues, greens and reds from the highly decorated houses spread out around the city, a certain glow encased the entirety of the town and filled all with a feeling of hope and awe. This seemingly empty city, left silent in the few remaining hours before dawn was truly a wonderland for the heart, the mind and the soul.

Bethany’s youth group leader Sarah was asking her to a mission trip with her and the church. Bethany told her that she had an important competition coming up and has to practice a lot. She’s been training for a regional surfing competition, and she decided to go out surfing with her

My favorite memory is when I went to the Oregon Coast with my family. We left Homedale at around 4 in the morning and arrived in Sandy, Oregon at about 11 am. After a few hours went by we stopped at this one rest stop and we fed our leftover fries and crumbs to chipmunks, they ate them right out of our hands. Then we stopped in Sandy because my half sister Samantha lives there. After we picked her up we drove to Newport and checked into our hotel, the Elizabeth inn, the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at, they served fresh clam and salmon chowder every morning and lunch which was delightful. The most beautiful view of the ocean on the whole coast was just off of our balcony. All of us were tired and decided to stay in our hotel and get some rest.

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.

Just as I sit down on the sand my mind starts to unwind. The many spectacular sights jump at my eyes. As far as I can see there is turquoise water in front of me. Surfers wearing their bright colored suits grab their

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.