Recently, the early morning birds singings have awaken me from hazy beach dreams, feeling as if the beach has been using a luring force. Although, the beach is not 8 minutes away anymore, but 8 hours away, the fulfilling wonderful memories as a child remain as if they were created yesterday. Nearby congested Los Angeles International Airport, in California, is Santa Monica beach where countless memories were created as a child. In spite of the congested highways of Los Angeles, the uncertain free spirit culture and the impending horrific earthquake, it is where during the peak of dawns on Saturdays my family would gather and pack multiple coolers for our trip to Santa Monica beach. Moreover, my parents would always have a separate cooler
