The first time I went to Hunting Island in South Carolina I knew that this was just the kind of vactaion I would always adore. The sun was warm on my face, and bright enough to make me squint. I would have been fine without sunglasses, but the tan-white sand reflected the brilliance into my eyes, so I put them on. It glared on the water, creating sparkling pathways of diamonds. The sky and the ocean were so blue it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the heavens began. It was so serene. The waves crashing against the shore were soothing-whispering the secrets of the deep to me-almost as if I had my ear pressed up against a giant seashell. Finish this paragraph. The cool breeze blew off the water, bringing with a strong but not
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Gentle sea breeze tickled my face as I watched wisps of white fluff drifted across a crystal clear blue sky. The rhythmic sound of the wave; the screeching of the sea birds was so familiar and hypnotic at the same time. However, my children’s pearls of laughter turned all the other sounds into background
Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
I was born on Oahu in February 4 2005 i was growing up in tampa Florida with my older sister and my mom,dad,grandma,grandpa,and my mom’s siblings. Me and my sister had always went to her friends house every day,one day me and my sister had went to her house and there was a rattlesnake on the outer side of her door and then me and my sister had went home. In 2010 me and my family had moved to Oahu and then we had moved into a lot that had 2 houses and it was in the Kaneohe part of Oahu. My family and i had lived with my cousins in the back house and my other cousins and my grandparents went and lived in the front house.
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.
One day on May 2nd 1920, I Matt winiker went on a boat ride to unmarked territory with my two brothers. The last thing I remember is that on June 1st my boat crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Now I am stranded on this damp, wet, muddy, island looking for my brothers. All I have now is a machete and a flare gun.
We all grow up with different surroundings, people, and cultures. I was born in Hood River and lived here for three years, then I moved to White Salmon across the river. My life in White Salmon was simple, I had two hard working parents and went to Preschool. I would play outside with friends, like a normal child should. I became older and began to attend Elementary school, I would work hard, do my homework, and occasionally read with my father.
In Colorado, the wispy sky looked as lonely as I felt: all confusion, all worry, all the frayed, brittle parts of life I don't want to look at. On the long road to Mississippi, we gazed at a violent lightning storm: drove straight into it, like crawling into the mouth of heaven to reach for something higher. Caught between torrents of rain and a sunset until the snowcapped mountains dropped away and we were left with a open world of blue vastness in gleaming sun-rays.
As I compose this, I sit under a tarp as the rain pours around me turning the soil to mud. It doesn’t rain often this time of the year but when it does rain, it is best to run for cover. Currently, I am working at the Makauwahi Cave Reserve on the island of Kauai in the Hawaiian Island chain. I landed at the airport with fellow classmate Melissa Rudie. It became clear as soon as we landed that we were here for a new, challenging experience.
My family and I were at the most peaceful and prettiest beach in Puerto Rico I’ve ever been to. I hurled out the car and sprinted off, feeling the warm gentle breeze right away. Hot sand surrounding my feet as I took a walk near the water. Ocean waves as blue as the sky on a warm day. Crashing up against the sand and water, brushing up many small rocks and shells.
I stared out over the sound but couldn't see anything because there was a storm rolling into the city and even from this distance I could see it was going to be a downpour. Shaking my head, I knew it was going to soak me, though, no matter what I did. “Ah the city still looks the same as I remember Gary, only wish I could have brought you, Earl, and Alex.” I sighed internally. I looked back into my cabin on the port side of the ship and remembered getting back on the ship nearly two weeks ago.
In my life the places I have been carry the most memories with them. One place that I have my earliest memories is my family cabin. On the north shore of Lake Audubon, sits a grey modular home with a large garage and two well used sheds, tying the whole place together is a falling apart red well. This is the place that I call home for most of my summers, spending more time here then I do anywhere else. I have many memories in each room is this cabin some good and some bad.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.