It was just the four of us riding in my dad's burgundy Silverado. My dad and little sister Kasey were in the front while, my best friend at the time, James and I were in the back. I was listening to my IPod when I noticed the palm trees, the bargain stores and all the surf shops. At that point I knew we were almost there. We took a left off the main road, went to the end of the street, and amongst all the houses stood the one we called ours. It was a white two story building, much like all the other houses on that street. In the driveway I noticed the red golf cart, the swing set, and the twenty or so steps we climbed every year. The steps lead to the bottom floor of the beach house. There were another twenty steps to the top floor once inside. Once we had all of our suitcases and belongings, we made the journey up the steps. I got the same feeling I had every year while walking up those steps, a rush of excitement. As we opened the door I felt the cold air from inside drift over me. The smell of oust air freshener filled my nose. I looked inside and to the left, saw the big T.V. and the matching light blue couch and recliners. To my right was the dining room table and the kitchen. I walked past the TV, the closet door on my left, and at the foot of the steps, there was my room. There were two beds, a dresser, and a closet. James and I threw our belongings on a bed and headed downstairs. I asked my dad the same question I asked every year, if we could take the golf cart out by ourselves. This year was the one he finally said yes. James and I immediately ran back upstairs, grabbed the golf cart keys, ran back downstairs, and to the golf cart. I hoped in the driver's seat and rode out of the driveway with James in the passenger seat. We were off to get into anything and everything. We drove and drove with the wind in our faces and the smell of saltwater in our noses. All of the streets looked the same, big houses on both sides of the street and the beach in the distance. It was getting dark and the air was getting cold. James and I decided to call it a night and head back to beach house, get some supper, and go to sleep. As we pulled back into the driveway the smell of something burning washed over me. My dad was cooking steaks on the grill for supper. Once they were finished the four of us were all sitting outside enjoying ourselves. With a cool breeze and the taste of steak in my mouth, I felt as if I were in heaven. It was now almost pitch black outside. Our only source of light was the street light beside the house. At about that time we decided to call it a night and head to bed. We walked upstairs and to our respective rooms. James and I laid down on our beds and exchanged grins. It was a silent acknowledgment to each other that this was going to be an exciting week. I woke up the next morning freezing. I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom across from our room. I brushed my teeth and hoped in the hot shower. I walked to the kitchen and made a bowl of frosted flakes. Sugar and milk filled my nose as I walked to the dining room table. Once I finished my cereal My dad told us we were going to swim in the ocean. The four of us in our bathing suits and flip flops walked downstairs to the golf cart. We rode by three rows of houses and parked the golf cart near the pier. We stepped off and made our way up the wooden ramp that lead out to the beach. I could feel the hot sand in between my toes as I walked towards the water. We were all out in the water for hours with the sun beating on our backs and salt water drying our throats until we finally got out. The next few days played out like the first, with James and I riding around on the golf cart until dark, doing ridiculous things with the golf cart, playing in the ocean, and the occasional eating out at a restaurant. It was Friday morning, the last full day at the beach this year. My dad told me and James to go out…
October 9, 2014
My MacBook Pro
Writing technologies have been shaping the way people live throughout many generations. Our previous generations used different methods to organize important memories, keep track of new findings, and pass on their stories and discoveries to future generations. Their method of writing was very inefficient, as much effort was being put into carving and preserving a tablet or other writing device, while the end result contained…
So I have this housemate named Charlie. Charlie doesn’t have to pay for rent, food, or clothes (my mom and I do that for him). Even though all he does is sleep, eat, and destroy everything in sight, we love him too much to kick him out. Charlie is very handsome, so when he confidently strolls around people always say “oh-my-god-he-is-sooo-cute!” He always gets the ladies’ attention. He enjoys it.
Charlie has these large black eyes that you can’t say no to or get mad at…
Vacations are supposed to be a time of joy. A chance to create memories and spend time with family and friends. However, there are certain times when the universe has other plans. That is when vacations become memorable for far worse reasons. Our family vacation to OCrolla, North Carolina in August 2011 was exactly that. What started out a a fantastic relaxing vacation quickly became a family nightmare. In a mere six days we weathered a deadly tornado, a freak earthquake, and a record…
Mr. Jamison, DDB
Over the last four years here at my home, I never took the energy to take a glance at what was going on in the big, tan-striped building outside my metal framed fence. I saw children in deep conversation, sounding as if a fire alarm going off every day at 4:45 like they were screaming for attention. As I gazed at the playground…
The Best Family Vacation Ever
“Finally,” I said as I fell onto my bed. “My own bed.” I had not slept in my own bed for two weeks. Why? I had just returned from the biggest adventure of my life. My family, including my dad, my step-mom, both of my little brothers, my aunt, two of my cousins, my grandmother, and I, had all rented a fifty foot RV and traveled out west. But let me back up about two months.
I When on Vacation
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had two whole weeks of warm weather and nothing but pure fun. I have never been out of Pennsylvania before and I was absolutely excited to see what other states were like. I was only in second grade so I did not fully understand everything that was going on during this trip, but I understood the bottom line, simple pleasures of this trip.
We left for Florida on a dark Friday night. I was so excited. I have never been on a vacation before. I…
When Vacation Sucks
There I was sopping wet with the concoction of water, sand, mud, and something that reeked like dead fish covering my body. All I knew was that I was in desperate need of solid ground, and a shower. I should have guessed that something like this was going to happen, it was the last night before we went back home after all.
It is not very often my family goes on vacation, but when we do, something bad always happens to me. Whether it be in Ireland where I got lost in the…
Imagine an enormous bird that’s indigenous to our country. This particular species stand about 2 – 4 feet tall, with an impressive wingspan measuring up to 8 feet wide. The size of the bird depends on the territory in which it in habitats. The smaller birds are found in Florida while the larger one’s can be located in Alaska. The adults have a brown body, while their head and tail are white. This majestic creature has golden feet with considerably large razor sharp…
My Ski Vacation
Thin air astounds me as I commerce the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Five days of
skiing glide by rather painlessly. I fall occasionally but an evening in the jacuzzi soothes my
aches and pains. The final day of our trip was approaching and I prepare myself for the final run
of this vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I glide toward the tails on the face of the mountain. I
realize I am alone and will be heading down the mountain solo. I carefully choose…