A Special Place
I looked towards the sun as I walked down the rocky road to the beach. This was no ordinary beach, though. This was my special place…
If I walked to my special place (the beach), this is what it would be like. This never really happened, but I like to think of it like it did because it sounds so real to me.
Sun shone brightly through the tree branches. Here on this simple road, you could notice many things. I realized I was almost at the beach, so I looked ahead. A silver car drove by on the road ahead of me. I stopped. There was a man and a small dog walking to the beach too. I waved and he waved back, smiling. By then I had crossed the street and had come up to the prickly entrance-way to the beach. High tide, I thought. From the entrance-way, you could see a long stretch of land sticking out from the water. That was Gooey Island, (even though it was connected to the mainland) and my brother Keenan found it first. That is the specific special place on the beach I like best though. For a beach, it was quite different. There were beautiful houses along the shore, and there was grass on most of the houses’ yards.
I could never get tired of looking at the foaming waves rolling in and out, and the small pieces of driftwood scattered along the sandy shore of Goey Island. Trees were thick along the other side of the houses, and there was just enough of a breeze to chill me a little. No clouds in the sky, just blue and sunny. I sat down on a big log, and just stared into the icy-blue ocean.
February 3rd, 2009 at 1:02 pm
It certainly sounds real to me, Haley! I could almost hear your foaming waves and feel chilled by your breeze.
It’s like a picture you painted yourself with words that come alive as you lay them on the canvas of the page.
So that we, readers, can enjoy such a special place. Thank you!
February 5th, 2009 at 12:14 pm
What a special place. Sounds like I’m there when I read it. Im sure its as beautiful as you say. Very good job describing it : )
-Amanda-