I love going to the beach, something about it always draws me in like a siren’s song to a lonely fisherman that’s looking for enchanting love. I breath in the familIar smell of the salty air, and bathe in the beaming sun that’s glittering upon my tanned skin.
“Gee, what a beautiful morning for sea shell hunting!” I exclaim to myself jubilantly. I usually get up very early so that I can have the beach all to myself. It’s like my personal sanctuary and a beautiful place that I can call my own for awhile.
I take off my flip flops, sinking my feet into the wet, yellow sand. Without a moment of hesitation, I dive myself in a large ocean wave. I hold my breath as long as I can before swimming up to the surface. I climb up a huge rock, and
“Gee, what a beautiful morning for sea shell hunting!” I exclaim to myself jubilantly. I usually get up very early so that I can have the beach all to myself. It’s like my personal sanctuary and a beautiful place that I can call my own for awhile.
I take off my flip flops, sinking my feet into the wet, yellow sand. Without a moment of hesitation, I dive myself in a large ocean wave. I hold my breath as long as I can before swimming up to the surface. I climb up a huge rock, and