Personal Narrative: Clearwater Beach

It was a cool breezy, spring night as we set off on our journey. The clocked showed 7pm and our destination was Clearwater Beach, Florida. We crammed into a van and set off on our journey. In the beginning, we shared some laughs. By the end of the journey, we shared even more laughs and fears for the future. Our first conversation contained the topic of the book we had to read over break for Theology Class. St Augustine's Confessions was the assigned book, , but we really didn't mention the book any further. 2 hours in, we stopped for gas. As energetic teenagers we felt alive on this Easter Sunday Night because we got to eat and drink what we wanted. We left our families for an adventure. An adventure led by 3 adults and classmates including my best friend, my ex-girlfriend, and my

We had finally made the trek to step into warm, golden sand between our toes and step into the salt filled ocean. We couldn't get out of the van fast enough and ran across the street to the beach. We had 3 hours to ourselves before we met for dinner and headed south to Fort Myers. The guys ran into the ocean, The sun did not dance of the sun that day, instead the clouds took a blanket and covered the sky. The grayish skies didn't keep out mood down. We played and tossed each other around the water like we were 5 year olds. Jessiah pointed two dancers in the sand. I took a bet I could beat them in dance. I went up to them and ask if they wanted a dance off. I wasn’t a professional dancer, but I knew how to play my cards like I did. They declined and sadly, I went to my friends and told them they declined my offer because the dancers knew I could beat them. After the beach, we took to a stroll around clearwater. All of a sudden, it started raining. We ran to the nearest shop and danced to avoid the droplets of rain. We were just in the water and ran to avoid water from above. We stayed underneath the store until is was time for