Personal Narrative: My Trip To Flagler Beach
A few summers back, my family and I took a trip out to Flagler Beach, Florida, not too far from Daytona. A few days into the vacation, the girls had gone out for a shopping trip, so, because there was a slight drizzle, my Dad and I decided to just chill out and watch some TV until the weather decided to calm down. This was a vacation that will never be forgotten.
My ears perk up as I notice the quieting of the rain against the window. I get up and walk over, pushing the roughly sewn curtain to the right side of the window, gazing out into the world beyond. Though it was still overcast, I ask my Dad, “Can we go down to the beach now since the rain has cleared up?” He holds one finger up, gesturing for me to wait a second, and whips out his smartphone to check the weather radar, nodding his head in approval of the forecast.
“Let’s go,” he says to me. I make sure to pack up all of our favorite beach toys: the paddle ball and paddles, the beach ball, and our boogie boards, the sand from the day before on all of which grating against my hands and skin. With everything loaded, including our towels, umbrella, and drink cooler, we set out for the beach.
I breathe in, the salty air suffusing my nose, and I squeeze the warm, rough sand in between my toes. Looking out to the ocean with its overcast sky, I can hear the rolling thunder, picking up on the small rumbles that are followed by a larger one which I can feel move the air around me, far off in the distance and the waves…