Essay about A Day At The Beach

We loaded up the Volkswagen GTI with beach chairs, suitcases, boogie boards and enough snacks to last a few days and headed out at approximately 9:30. My family was headed to St. Augustine for a week long family vacation. We were a little concerned about spending quite that much time with family, but we still could not wait to get to the beach. The seven hour and thirty minute drive was fairly uneventful except for the last half hour when my sister, Emily, and I got bored and began annoying each other. This, in turn, annoyed our parents, so we all arrived a little grumpy, but relieved to be exiting the car. When we arrived at the beach house called “Paradise,” we knocked on the front door and got no reply. We headed around back and found a stunning view of the sound. The water was sparkling in the five o’clock sun behind the palm trees that shaded the dock and the adirondack chairs. Between the house and the sound was a pool surrounded by lounge chairs. My Nana, Pa, Aunt Jenny, Uncle Chris and cousins, Olive and Ivy, were already swimming, so we quickly unloaded the car and got settled in our house for the next week. My sister and I were going to be sleeping in bunk beds, not in a bedroom, but in the game room complete with a pool table, TV, foosball table, several couches and a stereo. We got our swim suits on and hung out with everyone by the pool before the parents left for dinner. Our grandparents, my sister and I were in charge of babysitting the first…