A Day At The Beach I run down the boardwalk, not worrying about getting splinters in my tender feet. Every ten or fifteen feet I stop, sometimes to smell the salty sea air, but mostly to wait for my parents who plod along behind carrying chairs, coolers, and other beach paraphernalia. I yell back to them to hurry, and they reply that I can run ahead and find a good spot. I yelp with glee and run as fast as my little legs will carry me.
I stop where the dark, brown of the boardwalk meets the light, white of the beach. My dad warned me about how hot the sand can get. I cautiously take a step forward testing the sand, OUCH, he was right. What am I gonna do now, in my six year old eyes the water seems to be a mile away. Again I look out to the ocean which seems to stretch for days in all directions. I am determined to reach it, no matter what sacrifices I must make.
I step forward again testing the sand, still white hot. I pull my courage from the corners of my being and make a run for it. This isn’t so bad if I run really fast. The wind blows in my face, bringing with it that smell, almost a taste of the ocean. It seems to be a combination of fish, salt, people, and water all mixed into one. I continue to run until I reach the water’s edge where the waves crash upon the beach, making the white sand brown and hard.
I sit down on the sand, panting after my enormous effort. Something troubling pulls at the edge of my mind, but I ignore it. A wave rolls up to the beach, crashing around me, wetting me hot body. I dig my body into the moistened ground, covering my legs and arms with the cool, wet sand. I hear my mom calling to me to come up to the umbrella. I turn back to look at her, as Ido so the little thing at the edge of my mind suddenly dawns on me.
The Essay on Ship Island Sand One Beach
Before we began the initial beach walk, our instructor related some valuable facts about Ship Island. In 1969, Camille, a level five hurricane, swept through the island breaking it in two. This occurrence split the island in exactly the right spot, making the East Island lush with trees and shrubs, and Ship Island a place for students like us to enjoy a day at the beach. During the beach walk, the ...
I made it out to the water, now I must make my way back.
