"My Favorite Oceanic Memory"

Professor Schroeder 15 March 09 My Favorite Oceanic Memory My first impression when we appeared at the ocean-side in Florida was one of extreme awe at the explicit beauty. For instance, I recall a static storm that rolled in right as we got there. There were extravagant bolts of lightning that shot down from the sky that split with creative power. The rolling clouds transformed thunder and caused its attraction of waves to turn and roll about. I felt empowered by just standing there and quickly experiencing the presence of a newly formed storm that seemed to wash the ocean-side beach for us before we had hardly even been there. First, we had cautiously observed and decided to go back to our hotel room to move in our suitcases and wait for the storm to subside while taking our naps. Then, the storm went on for about 30 minutes to an hour. Next, the storm had finally subsided and sunshine had succeeded. Last, we took back off towards the beach observing the newly washed sidewalks, hotels and palm trees. Our excitement grew the closer we came to finding back the beach. We finally re-arrived at the coast and grabbed our towels and video camera as we observed the still slightly strong waves. First, we grabbed anything we needed taking pictures with the camera as soon as possible. The wind blew in our faces slightly as we could feel the sand beneath our toes. The waves made that soothing, rolling noise that people love to listen to before they go to sleep. Then, we took off towards the waves ready to try swimming as soon as we had the chance. I recall trying to run in and being swept back and forth. The waves capsized over our heads and drowned us with water every so often. We could taste the salt water every time we dived under and decided it wasn’t so fun to have the saline taste up our nose after a while. It felt like the bottom of the ocean kept moving and that we were being drug back and forth. Next, Dad and I had to try swimming and was almost swept away a couple of times. I personally thought the occurrence was so neat that I wish at some point I would have disappeared forever lost within the waves just then. Last, we sauntered, played and ran back and forth or made sand forms over our legs and tried to bury each other throughout the day. I remember the setting being so relaxing. The sun was shining high overhead about mid-afternoon and the warmth just seemed to energize you with excitement. There were slight cirrus clouds and the beach was full of people who eventually looked like dots as the distance grew. A bright colored beach ball rolled out to ocean that people lost as we all frantically chased seeing if we could catch it for fun. The sand had plenty of footprints or volleyball nets for players on the beach who tanned as they played a few good games. We kept constant with exploring and activity and eventually grew to a fulfilled finishing day. I remember how pretty the palm trees were and not exactly wanting to leave. Once I had gotten there, I wanted to stay there and practically live on the oceanside for the rest of my life. Sadly we kept trying to waddle in sandals and master the art of rinsing the sand off of our toes and walking back to the car without getting sandier. One day if I go back, I hope they just leave me there.