Stop Time : A Good Day Essay
Typical seventeen year olds have this desire to be independent and rebellious. At the age of seventeen, I had just gotten my driver’s license, and I was out with my boyfriend, William, past curfew, so I was already feeling pretty rebellious. A dark, yet colorful scene was painted across the sky. At some moments, all I saw was an empty pitch-black canvas. At other moments, splatters of red, blue, and yellow projected on the glistening calm water. As my feet sunk into the sand, I felt a slight breeze that chilled my skin. My head rested on William’s shoulder for comfort as his arms wrapped around my body for warmth. This night could not have been any better; I was at my favorite place with my favorite person. “When do you want to start heading out?” I asked as I turned my face towards him.
“Do you want to leave already? The fireworks aren’t even done yet,” he responded.