The Beach-Personal Narrative

Tomorrow at noon i will be getting picked up early from school. My family and I are leaving to go to Virginia Beach. Where it's always hot and the air smells like salt from the ocean. I am hoping that in the three days we are there i can go parasailing. Also i would like to go charter boat fishing, i called and asked how much it would be and they said it would only be thirty five dollars a person and u get to keep what u catch. My mom called the parasailing place and they said the have three different types of flying. The first one u can go up eight hundred feet, the second one was nine hundred and the third one was a thousand feet off the ground. If i do go parasailing i am going to go all out. Even though i am afraid of heights i am getting

The other week I went camping and my friend Bri fell into a lake at Stokes National Forest. Bri screamed “Caroline!” as she flew into the lake!

This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.

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.

According to my first impression, the most prominently “cliche” point in Zadie Smith’s essay, “Find Your Beach”, is Smith’s paradoxical anti-romantic view of New York City. The writer, Smith, seemingly carries on this stigma that every New Yorker suddenly becomes incredibly miserable to the point that they become delusional and admit that it is not misery.

A few years back my mom and I went to Florida to go visit her mom, aunt, uncle, and cousin. We had taken a plane to Orlando where they live and her mom (my grandma) picked us up. It was about a 20 minute drive to her house and when we got there we basically just partied. We hung out, went to beaches, cooked out, and just had fun. After about 4 days of doing that, my great aunt said that we should go to Miami beach. So we called another one of my mom’s relatives to see if we could stay at her house for the night and when she gave us the yes we packed, got in the car, and took off. We had gotten to Miami and it was pretty cool. We had walked around a bit and went to a sandwich shop famous for reubens. After that we went

“Crisp salt air, deserted beaches, crashing waves and golden sunsets.” All these words describe the breathtaking and serene place that makes my troubles go away. Nestled right at the city borders of Laguna Beach and Newport Beach, Crystal Cove Beach offers almost 3.5 miles of pristine waters and stunning views. With easily accessible tide pools and historic cottages, this beach can be a popular spot for beachgoers throughout Southern California. However, on an overcast day, with no one around my best friend and I, an overwhelming feeling of peace and tranquility fills my being.

It was a sunny morning as usual,hot waves flew through my window, a drip of sweat went down my forehead, it had felt like summer break was an eternity even though it had only begun last week. I was laying in bed in my shorts unexcited for the day as always, looking at my ceiling, I yawned and decided it was time to get up and take a shower, as I rise from my bed I hear my mom cooking breakfast, I could smell the juicy bacon popping in the pan as it was cooking while music was thundering through the background. It had made me wanna take a shower as fast as I could, I started to stroll by the hallway grabbing a clean towel and went straight to the sparkling bathroom, I slowly walked in, closed my door with a gentle shove, turned the shower on hot, not too hot that makes your face feel like it's melting, but to the type

If it wasn’t for the small particles of sand in between the lens of my Canon Rebel SL1 and the vivid memory of the way the ocean kissed my feet as it crawled up the hot sand, I would have had to leave behind the Texas coast for my small dorm room located in America’s heartland entirely. I didn’t though, and I find that to be one of the most beautiful things about the human experience. That we are nearly boundless when it comes to how far we can travel and what we can bring back from those places. If you asked me to open up my suitcase of memories and stories and pick out my favorite one, I’d hold out to you the time I camped overnight on the Port Aransas Beach.

As my family and I drive down the gravel road and pull up to the backside of our cabin all 5 of us are relieved that the 7 ½ car ride across 447 miles of Illinois and Missouri is over. We have arrived at 598 Zack Wheat Drive, Sunrise Beach, Missouri where my cabin stands with many others as a part of Sunset Inn Resort. The cabin sits right on the lake at mile marker 33 of the 93 mile long lake which includes 1,150 miles of shoreline. The lake itself, in this area, is 60-70 feet deep and 1,300 feet wide. I get out of the car and walk around the side of the cabin to the front porch where my grandma is sitting on the porch waiting for us to arrive. She is sitting in 1 of 8 white, plastic chairs on the deck and my Uncle Rick is sitting at the picnic table drinking a beer. The other 11 members of my family come from various places to greet us and catch up.

I scramble over the first wave as it hits me. 'Whoosh'! I manage to catch myself and prepare for the next wave as I look out into the deep-blue ocean. I see the next wave forming out back and I decide to take it. I position myself and wait. The salty smell of the ocean surrounding me is all I can smell as I feel the wave coming. I begin to paddle hard, planning my next moves as I catch the wave. I pop up and begin to ride the wave, hearing the crowd cheering me on. Excitement takes over me as I twist and turn along the wave. I see a barrel form and I go for it. The roaring of the wave drowns out any voices in my head as I am surrounded by the wave, inside the barrel. I attempt to shoot out of the barrel, but I get clipped by it. The heavy wave

"Yeah, okay. Yeah I will, ahuh. Okay, love you too. Bye.” I said when I hung up with my father, rolling my eyes. Unzipping the flap to my favorite blue tent I carelessly climbed in, dragging dirt from the campsite behind me; I quickly threw some random items I surely wouldn't need into a back pack. Make sure you bring a sweatshirt and an extra flashlight, once the sun sets it gets very cold and dark. I ignored every second my father had just spent lecturing me about being well-prepared. My friends and I were already running behind schedule and had no time to waste. The bus would be there any minute.

I quickly got out of my parents car, got my suitcase out, and ran straight to Anna. I want to share with you the time that my best friend and i went to Ocean Isle Beach for a week.

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.