I awake to the shrilling sound of my alarm. The time reads three o’clock. I enter a brief state of confusion before realizing what day it is. I remember, and my heart skips a beat. It’s the day I’ve been waiting for all year; I am going to the beach for the week. I rise from my bed with a grin on my face and get ready for the long trek ahead. My family travels to Ocean Isle Beach, North Carolina every year during the second-to-last week of August. The island is minutes from the North and South Carolina border, which accounts for an eight hour drive. This vacation is a tradition that dates back to the 1990’s, so my mom knows the route like the back of her hand. The amount of people who go each year varies, but usually the vacation
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First of all, the anticipation of the approaching week outweighs the long, gruesome drive. My mom blares the music, and we all sing our lungs out. Also, my family competes to see who can get to the destination first. Though this may not be the most legal game due to speeding, we laugh as we compare what mile marker we pass. The only time my mom stops during the trip is to get gas, which means my brother and I must make good use of the “pit stop” and use the bathroom. My mom frowns upon all other stops and deems them unnecessary. The drive is typically about eight hours, although my mom does her best to shorten the …show more content…
After enjoying the sun all day, we play games and enjoy each others’ company. My mom and my aunts reminisce about prior vacations to Ocean Isle and the great times they had had. We play many games, including a card game called Liverpool and a ”guess who” game called Times Up. Often we laugh to the point of crying because of our stupid and inane actions. One day during the week, we take a trip to the go carts where we occasionally get yelled at for bumping each other’s cars. We take another trip to Broadway on the Beach, which is similar to a boardwalk. Here, we play mini-golf, buy clothes and souvenirs, and eat wonderful food. We joke around, while watching the fireworks display at the end of the night. Going to the beach means so much more than swimming in the water and playing in the pool to me. The food that we consume during the trip is amazing. One night, my grandparents make a Thanksgiving feast complete with turkey, mashed potatoes, and corn. Sally, one of our long time family friends, prepares tender filet mignon one night. One of my favorite restaurants, the Boundary House, is a delicacy that we go to every year. I instantly devour the honey-glazed croissants. It’s safe to say that we eat maybe a little too much food during the
First of all, the anticipation of the approaching week outweighs the long, gruesome drive. My mom blares the music, and we all sing our lungs out. Also, my family competes to see who can get to the destination first. Though this may not be the most legal game due to speeding, we laugh as we compare what mile marker we pass. The only time my mom stops during the trip is to get gas, which means my brother and I must make good use of the “pit stop” and use the bathroom. My mom frowns upon all other stops and deems them unnecessary. The drive is typically about eight hours, although my mom does her best to shorten the …show more content…
After enjoying the sun all day, we play games and enjoy each others’ company. My mom and my aunts reminisce about prior vacations to Ocean Isle and the great times they had had. We play many games, including a card game called Liverpool and a ”guess who” game called Times Up. Often we laugh to the point of crying because of our stupid and inane actions. One day during the week, we take a trip to the go carts where we occasionally get yelled at for bumping each other’s cars. We take another trip to Broadway on the Beach, which is similar to a boardwalk. Here, we play mini-golf, buy clothes and souvenirs, and eat wonderful food. We joke around, while watching the fireworks display at the end of the night. Going to the beach means so much more than swimming in the water and playing in the pool to me. The food that we consume during the trip is amazing. One night, my grandparents make a Thanksgiving feast complete with turkey, mashed potatoes, and corn. Sally, one of our long time family friends, prepares tender filet mignon one night. One of my favorite restaurants, the Boundary House, is a delicacy that we go to every year. I instantly devour the honey-glazed croissants. It’s safe to say that we eat maybe a little too much food during the