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  • Date Submitted: 01/02/2014 08:37 PM
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A Day at the Beach Maria
10-8-13
It was a warm, humid sunny day in West Palm Beach, Florida, a perfect day for the beach. We all got our blue, pink, green, and red bathing suits on and decided to head to the glorious beach. My mom, my little sister K., my nephew D., and I all sat in the car and started to drive to a beach. We weren’t sure which one though, but we were going to find the perfect place to spend our day. Every single one of us were anxious to cross that bridge that would lead us to where the beaches were.
We finally found our perfect to spend the day at, I can’t remember the exact name of it, but the street it was off of was unique and really hard to pronounce. We all jumped out of the car once we had finally parked and quickly grabbed our towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, and all of our beach essentials. Once we were at the beach we were out of breath from running so fast. I finally was able to actually look at this fine beach we would be spending our day at, and it was beautiful. The sun was out at its most radiant, the water was sparkling like a diamond, and the air was full of warmth and a hot breeze; it was indeed a perfect spot.
Everyone was anxiously waiting in the warm sand, seeping around our toes, waiting for the approval of my mom to go in to the water. She finally said we could go, we ran as fast as we could. We were careful though, trying to not step on any jelly fish, as this was jelly fish season and they laid all along the coast line. The sand became damper the closer we got to the beach, and finally we hit the water. It felt amazing because it wasn’t too cold yet it wasn’t hot, it was just right. Holding my nephew’s hand we began seeing many shells beneath, washing up and washing away as the waves came and went. My nephew, D., wanted to go much farther into the water, but I refused, I was scared of sharks. It’s silly I know, but I couldn’t help but think “What if”. So I simply decided to stay clear, which did not please D..
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