The Love Of Water : My Love For Water

When thinking about getting away to some serene paradise to help forget about work or school obligations most people instantly think of the beach. Whether it be the west or east coast the beach is a universal symbol of peace and serenity, plus a little bit of fun. But this bliss has a whole different meaning to me. This is where I grew up and how I found myself. The west coast of Florida is the first time I felt the sand in my toes and the salt water on my face. These memories inspired me to give back to the ocean and its inhabitants and follow my dreams of becoming a marine biologist.

Matt Daffern presents the idea that although water can be calm and serene, it can also be very

Water. One of the world most powerful elements. Waves. Always moving. Always crashing. Always breaking. Something that has always pulled at my attention. Since I was little, I marveled at the waves and their great dominance and the endless amusement they offered. I longed to swim in these waves. I longed to roll with the great crash on the shore, to find the treasures that lurked beneath them, to surf.

Water has many roles in the book The Ocean at the end of the Lane.

You look around and all you see is mother nature's finest. The beach is where people go to have fun and that’s why I go to this one special beach, because you get a little of everything there. You get wild life, the ocean, and pure silence. The only thing you can hear is the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, reminds me of Niagara falls. Its breathtaking. And everything is clean. No trash laying around at all. Nothing.

We have always gone to this beach because when all of us kids were little the adults made a pact stating that they would never take us to Ocean City or any other place that is built up with boardwalks or other distractions. They wanted us to go the beach to just enjoy the ocean and our surroundings. We never got a beach house with a pool for the same reason; they did not want us to have that as an option--it was the ocean or nothing.

I’ve always loved water, ever since I can remember. Jumping in, splashing around, a cool chill rushing over you. It's almost like you are weightless, carefree.

The material significance of water is clear. Water is an essential part of human life. Whether it’s the water we ingest in order to maintain the strength and integrity of our bodily structure and functions, or the water in our oceans that preserve the fragile ecosystem of our planet and cover a majority of the Earth’s surface. We have learned to exploit water for our survival and our leisure, sometimes at great risk. However, water also has a psychological significance to humans. There is something about water that has always attracted humanity. It is evident from our literature that humanity has often felt drawn to the water. Some good examples of this are Tim Winton’s 2008 novel ‘Breath’ and ‘The Bloody Past, the Wandering Future’, written by Janette Turner Hospital as a part of her ‘Dislocation’ series in 1990.

An old woman who spent her life in a small home feet from the beach was once asked why she never lived anywhere else. Her response was simple, “I could never leave the salt air. It’s good for my soul.” She may not have known just how accurate her statement was.

As I sat next to the loud river that was bursting out of the Sylvan Dam, I noticed the water was in an invariable battle with the rocks, crashing and thrashing against each other like medieval warriors scraping for land. I looked around the edges of the river to see the copiousness of colors from the trees contrasting the sinister blue water. The rapids put off a pleasant and dulcet sound that ultimately ended in me having to relieve some building pressure down the trail. After returning to my riverside view, I noticed that farther down the gleaming river, fish were jumping and flipping like delicious pancakes on a griddle. Making the split-second decision to fish, I sprinted to my 1999 black Chevy Silverado, unlatched the tailgate and snatched all of my waterproof fishing gear. Slipping on my Mossberg max 4 Camo Gander Mountain guided series waders is no easy chore. While looking like the most incapable human being ever I finally managed to slip on the foul scum smelling waders that I so dearly should have washed. Feeling like a professional mountain climber, I started scaling the steep inclement of the river bank. Stomping my insulated waders into the frigid dour murky water, I ventured my path out onto a construction of rocks forming a beautiful approach for spotting fish. I released my light green jointed shad Rapala from my St. Croix Legend Elite spinning rod and casted the shad into pooling backwater just off of my rocky approachment. Feeling the vibration of the shad through my rod, smacking against slime covered rocks and ripping through dense weedy areas. I felt aspirant to not get hung up on a rock resulting in a line break, I successfully retrieved my lure. After casting and reeling my line several times and just started zoning out, I was abruptly startled to hear a ruckus coming from the west side embankment. Glancing quickly back to the water to see where my lure was only to hear a loud splash coming from the same place where I first noticed the ruckus. Three deer, with golden brown fur coated enrolled into the water. Realizing that the leaders of the small herd were both doe’s and a younger buck eagerly followed. The buck had a nice six-point rack, with long tines and a wide spread. He kept his

The first humans lived near rivers because they were the main source of food and travel. Many fish lived in the waters. Humans used to travel and explore long distances on water. Ships traveling the waterways is still a huge part of our lives today. This is how a lot of people travel and how many products that we need and use everyday get to the stores, and eventually to us. Because water is required for so many of the things that humans do regularly, such as drinking and cleaning, without it, our lives as we know them would be impossible. (Ashley Wong) http://ezinarticles.com/?The-Importance-of-Water&id=326117

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.

I think the reasoning behind the water being my home away from home, is the fact that no matter where was in my own world, I had water. Every vacation we went on, every time we moved, it did not matter where my family was, water was a key component.

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.

There is a balloon the shape and size of a beach ball. A string keeps it tethered to the ground. Someone in a white lab coat stands about eight feet away with a rod about as