Deep beneath the constant turmoil of the water’s surface lies a secret that I have kept to myself. It was the summer of my first grade year when I learned of the mystery and magic that lies in the waters of Florida. Many would hesitate to believe me if I told them, but I know better. For this is the secret story of how I met a mermaid. However, my story is not as glamorous as Prince Eric’s encounter in Disney’s The Little Mermaid, nor is the story as dangerous as Harry Potter’s encounter in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. In fact, my story starts in the bustling airport of New York. My family and I had awoken in the dark hours of the morning. We had piled into our aunt’s car, nicknamed Princess Tammi, and began our one-and-a-half hour trip from
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Even more so when we arrived at the airport. The exhaustion of the premature awakening had set in as we dragged our feet through security. The process was slow as the crowd shuffled through with yawns and tired eyes. We were ready to retire to that state as well once our departure gate came into …show more content…
I could feel my sister’s firm grip tugging on my arm as my family shuffled out of the now quiet theater. I didn’t want to budge as I planted my feet and persisted we stay. I would have stayed all night if she hadn’t threatened to become the tickle monster. Let’s just say I couldn’t make it out of there fast enough. The day was coming to an end and I could feel the sadness wash over me. Yet the day wasn’t over yet. As we were walking out of the theater, I saw her. There in the gleaming sunset with the cresting of white sea foam waves was my mermaid. She had strands of liquid gold hair, sea glass blue eyes, and a velvety teal tail. She flashed me a pearly smile and waved. I slowly approached her transfixed as I shamelessly stared. Here was my mermaid. My dream come true. Upon confirmation, I carefully sat next to her for a picture. A cheeky smile adorned my lips and happiness fluttered like butterflies within me. There enveloped in the golden rays of the sunset I knew: I would always remember this day: The day I met Ariel and my very own mermaid, the day they swam into my little seven-year-old heart, and most of all, I would remember the day I had my very own mermaid
Even more so when we arrived at the airport. The exhaustion of the premature awakening had set in as we dragged our feet through security. The process was slow as the crowd shuffled through with yawns and tired eyes. We were ready to retire to that state as well once our departure gate came into …show more content…
I could feel my sister’s firm grip tugging on my arm as my family shuffled out of the now quiet theater. I didn’t want to budge as I planted my feet and persisted we stay. I would have stayed all night if she hadn’t threatened to become the tickle monster. Let’s just say I couldn’t make it out of there fast enough. The day was coming to an end and I could feel the sadness wash over me. Yet the day wasn’t over yet. As we were walking out of the theater, I saw her. There in the gleaming sunset with the cresting of white sea foam waves was my mermaid. She had strands of liquid gold hair, sea glass blue eyes, and a velvety teal tail. She flashed me a pearly smile and waved. I slowly approached her transfixed as I shamelessly stared. Here was my mermaid. My dream come true. Upon confirmation, I carefully sat next to her for a picture. A cheeky smile adorned my lips and happiness fluttered like butterflies within me. There enveloped in the golden rays of the sunset I knew: I would always remember this day: The day I met Ariel and my very own mermaid, the day they swam into my little seven-year-old heart, and most of all, I would remember the day I had my very own mermaid