My Trip To Florida-Personal Narrative

It was late June when we got out of school. It was our last day and I couldn’t wait to sleep in and chill on the beaches in southern Florida. Me and my family had planned to head down to Miami, Florida by tomorrow night, and I couldn’t wait. I went to Florida when I was little, and I remember boogie boarding across the small ocean waves. Most of my family members were excited for the weather, hot, not cold like it was here in Michigan. But I was excited for the hot sand between my toes and blue water surrounding me. We left at 4:30 pm, as soon as I got home, my family had just finished packing and we threw our suit cases in the bed of the truck and left. “Anybody forget anything”? my dad said. “oh no I forgot my charger” my brother shrieked. It didn’t matter if anyone said anything since we were already halfway there. “well good thing I asked” my dad replied. “we will buy you a new one at the next stop”. It was our second day driving. We had stopped at a nearby hotel around 1:00 am, and left after breakfast around 6:00 am, everyone seemed tired, the first couple hours of driving …show more content…
When we walked in the salt smell filled our noses. We filled out some information and went into the back room. Two young adults, one female, one male grabbed one of our boards and taught us the basics, like how to stand and how to paddle. After a fifteen-minute demonstration, we grabbed our boards and headed out. The surfboard was a lot bigger than I expected. The board was twice the size, and weight of me, I underestimated the skill of surfers at first until I grabbed ahold of the board. We had to walk to the beach, which was 3 blocks away from the surf shop. I was struggling to carry the board since it was awfully heavy. There were dozens of surfers out in the ocean, the water was the bluest water I have laid eyes