When I was young at the beach I remember looking at the entrance with excitement and awe. My eyes glittered at even the thought of swimming. I felt adventurous, playful, and imaginative. It wasn't easy getting there in contrast to other beaches. I recall the confusion that took over my expression when we drove through the rugged path, thinking we weren't at the right place, there was no sign of a beach anywhere. Cars and RVs flooded the parking lot. Sunscreen had clung to my skin,sticky,harsh,inconvenient. I remember my cousins practically sprinting out of their black SUV with smiles that shone brighter than the sun looking down at us.

When I was young at the beach my toes made peace with the scorching hot sand. I felt the breeze blow against my short black hair, as I kicked my flip flops away, and raced my cousins to the lake. The lake was clear with waves complementing the scenery. I initially felt the cold water, pointy rocks, and slippery sand all combined. We got to the partially deep area, my cousins and I played many games, I couldn't swim, so I glided to each new "destination". I recall playing mermaids and acting as sea creatures, then playing with this rainbow coloured beach ball. We had played a game of monkey in the middle, before almost losing the ball. Our parents were on the side with their foldable chairs as all four of them shared laughs louder than the roaring waves.

When I was young at the beach, my skin looked tanned,dry, and pruny. Goosebumps emerged throughout my arms and legs. I played in the sand and created the biggest sandcastle the world had ever seen, at least in my eyes. I remember running towards the gray fold up table filled with our traditional food, seaweed still wrapped around my leg as I ate every bite. The view was amazing up that hill. Even if it was near the trees and brought a few inconveniences, like the variations of giant insects that attacked me! The sun came down slowly, as few seagulls claimed their spots on the shore.

At the beach, we played a game of skipping rocks. The water looked shimmery, serene, and rough. I recall the white beach dress my mom had me changed into, my dress was loose,simple,ruffled. We would walk along searching for appealing rocks to bring home for my collection. We ended our day playing a game of tag using all the energy we had left. I will always remember how we had forgotten the way back there but the memories would be forever remembered.