The Beginning of Our Annual Beach Journeys

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The sand covering my feet was shining brightly with resilient sunlight. The tides crashed gently against the sand as if caressing it. The wind carried on casually; at times I felt no breeze at all, as if the wind itself stopped for a second to enjoy the relaxing scene. This day marked the beginning of our annual family beach journeys. I was 9 years old and was overly obsessed with an old raggedy purse made out of old pillow cases and bed sheets. My mom was a seamstress and I considered myself very lucky growing up being able to watch her work. Months prior to our summer trip, for Christmas, I received a pink kid’s mini sewing machine. I could feel the enthusiasm bubbling inside me as I opened my gift. The patchwork on the purse was a display of creativity on my first fashion accessory. Psychologically, this item brought to me so much comfort just like my baby brother who was emotionally attached to his smelly, old blankey. It was the summer of 1996, when we arrived at Malaquite Beach in Corpus Christi, Texas. There were many other families sitting at the beach sharing the warm summer day. We began to set up our area by creating some shade with a wide, heavy beach canopy. My family came prepared with large coolers full of cold waters and sodas. My sisters and I began applying plenty of sunblock, meanwhile, my dad and brother in laws fired up the pit. There is nothing more enjoyable than playing with Frisbee’s at the…
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