A Beach: A Short Story

Time is constant, it will always be moving forward. Making the hour and a half long drive to the beach does not seem so bad now but as a kid it seemed like an everlasting eternity in the backseat. At least, that’s the way I remember my families trips to the beach. I especially loved our Pismo camping trips because we would always leave on Fridays to beat the traffic and I would never have to go to school that day. I was nine years old turning ten this weekend and I was extremely excited. As me and my brothers helped my parents load up the trailer we were finally ready to depart on an amazing weekend. We were pulling our trailer along with us and was everyone strapped into my dad’s old maroon pickup truck driving through the hills. I remember …show more content…
We used to have big groups of friends go camping with us and a lot of my family would come. It was around four P.M. when we finally made it on the beach. We stopped to air down our tires so we would not get stuck, I popped open the truck door and the crisp wind just smacked me in my face. There is something about the wind from the beach, it is so fresh and rejuvenating. I am still not sure till this day if it was just from the long drive that tired me out or if the wind there is always so revivifying. We finished airing down and were headed to our favorite campsite. It was almost sunset around this point and the peach colored sun was perfectly over the water, it look just a few feet away from the horizon. As we were setting up camp, I turned to my older brother and said “I’m turning the big 1-0 tomorrow”. He rudely replied with “don’t ever say that again” then gave me brotherly push and we started fighting as …show more content…
We had all my favorites on my birthday, baked beans, tri-tip, mashed potatoes and garlic bread. My family brought out a couple beautifully wrapped presents and I ripped them open. As we were all gathered around the fire on the beach eating this amazing meal my parents cooked I could not have been happier. It was not the toys, quads or even the beach that made me happy… it was my family. My family is far from perfect but they are perfect for me.
What I did not realize is that these were some of the greatest times of my life and I did not even know it. I wish I could realize that I was in the good old days before I actually left them. You grow up so fast and the things you thought you loved doing like going to the beach were really just about spending quality time with the people you love. It makes me sad thinking back to those times and how now we do not really do anything as a family any more. I hope to change that soon, because you cannot make up wasted