The morning of March 24th, I left for Florida. The 17 long hours in a car consisted of me listening to music, watching the rain, and trying to enjoy the ride. When we finally arrived at the hotel, the only thing I wanted to do was get out of the car. We only made about 5 stops along the way, most of which were during the earlier hours of the car ride. I wanted to get up, I wanted to look around, I wanted to finally see everything I’d be waiting to see. We were finally in Florida.
Once we got out of the car, we checked into the hotel. It took us some time because we had to get a get a luggage cart and get all of our suitcases together, we were staying for a week so we had quite a bit. Once we got to the room and got everything settled, my best …show more content…
We quickly ran down to the beach, careful to not get in trouble. The beach was absolutely gorgeous. A happy feeling took over my body immediately.
The next day was an amazing day for swimming. When we awoke, we ate breakfast and immediately started running to get ready. We had gotten ready for this faster than we had gotten ready for anything in our entire lives. We ran out of our room and down to the beach with I-love-it-here smiles.
As soon as my feet hit the sand, my exhilaration hit a whole new level. started to walk into the freezing ocean. I started shivering immediately, despite the hot sun beating down on me I was still cold. I stood in the shallow water, waiting to get used to the temperature before continuing. When the water finally felt like tolerable, I walked out a little bit further, taking my whole body under. The chilly water slowly became warmer as my body started to adjust. I brought myself back to the surface, getting a breath of fresh air. Next thing I knew, waves started coming in fast. Little did I know that I’d be getting hurt a lot when it came to the waves. As wonderful as they are, they hurt. Regardless of how much I got hurt, the waves were still my favorite part of going in the ocean. At that point, I knew already that I would enjoy the next couple
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When I was a child the world never seemed to stretch beyond my home town Tallahassee Florida. Through my young eyes it was so massive and expansive that I couldn’t fathom the concept of their possibly being areas existing outside of it. Out of all of the areas of Tallahassee I was familiar with, I was familiar with my neighborhood the most. I lived in a reddish-brown brick house that had a dark Oakwood colored roof on it. Up until the mid-2000’s the house was very dark to the presence of dark colored paint on the house and was often covered by spiders.
I then jump in the freezing cold water, allowing my body to float wherever the water takes me. All of a sudden, a great buildup of water knocked me down to the bottom and washed me out to the shore. Exhausted, I stood up and return to my peaceful spot on the beautiful sandy beach. I hear all people chatting and smelling the barbeque people are cooking. I smell the burnt wood from the bon fire.
Love Not Capes When I was 7 years old I went swimming at my aunt’s house. It was a hot summer day and I was ready to swim! Once we got there my family went inside to eat, but I stayed outside without them knowing so I could swim.
I walked up and sat down near the shore of the lake. There was a part where they had put beach sand leading into the lake. I knew there would be this area so I brought a towel with me so I could lay on it. I laid on the towel and took in the environment around me.
Throughout my childhood growing up in Miami Fl, was an amazing experience, it’s unique variety of cultures spread through one city is absolutely mind blowing. Although there was one thing one my mind at all times. One thing I never experienced was living out west and getting away from the Miami life. Its kind of hard to believe someone would prefer living out west, in the middle of nowhere than along a beach shoreline. As a matter of fact, living out west had become one of my priorities when I was making my college decision.
My heart was briskly pumping. I have never been this fearful and apprehensive for anything in my life. The event that would transform my life forever was happening. This was the day I was going to move out of Florida When I was informed of the news at the beginning of the summer, I was unsure on how to react.
In August of 2013, my dad moved to Florida. For the longest time, he kept me in the dark about the issues he had with his money. He still has never told me directly that he was in debt; the only reason I know is because I overheard my sister talking to her boyfriend about it. He moved to Florida to manage a warehouse for his nephew’s beauty company, JacoSpa. He was offered this job multiple times, but he could not bear the thought of leaving his family in a state across the country.
When we got to Louisiana it was probably about 11:30 A.M. Once we got to Florida we unpacked all of our stuff and set everything up. We stayed inside for a little while. After a few minutes we got ready to go swimming. Jaxon brought a little board that we could play on so we swam and played for about an hour.
It was a rainy, gloomy afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV when we heard my parents talking to their friend about moving to Florida. My sister and I looked at each other with confused faces and asked each other if we are moving. Of course, we were clueless because my parents did not mention anything about moving to us. We asked my parents if we are moving and they said yes we are going to be moving to Florida. When my sister and I heard Florida, the first thing we thought was we are going to die from a tornado, because we thought Florida had a lot of hurricanes, earthquakes, and natural disasters.
A heat wave hit my face when we got out of the plane. I was already sweaty! We grabbed our luggage from the baggage carousel. A brand new Jeep greeted our faces, I sat at the back drinking a Red Bull, enjoying the sights of Miami, people walking on the sidewalk in beachwear, palm trees waving in the breeze, I could taste the salty tang of the sea. We stopped at the beach, my little brother and twin sister were already in the pool, my parents were at the bar drinking cocktails.
I had a fear of water since I was a child, but somehow managed to take a risk and dive. You know the feeling of being underwater? The bone-crushing pressure of gallons of water envelops every inch of your body and sinks into your lungs, your brain, your heart. While you remain remarkably void of feeling, the fullness of defeat dominates your mind until all that is left inside you are the remnants of the sea’s terrors. Underwater, there are no sounds from the outside world - no cries from those you have wronged, no professions of love hidden inside for too long, no vicious words flung ruthlessly at your feet from the glares of passing strangers.
It felt as though I was running through a montage of my life like in all the romantic movies. It felt as though everything was passing by in a blur yet ever so vivid. Like time had stopped yet moving so fast. The words I spoke felt unreal and the steps I took felt non-existent. I looked ahead of me and all I could see was white sand and the beautiful ocean rubbing up against it.