Beach
Trip
About three years ago for spring break my family went to
Florida. This trip was a big deal for me
because it was the first year my parents let me take a friend to the
beach. I took my best friend Joseph and
before we even left we knew we were in store for a good time. This memory is embedded in my mind because it
was such a great time, one I’ll never forget.
The vacation was definitely one of the best weeks of my life.
The trip down was
exciting to say the least, twelve hours of non-stop chit chat, jokes, and lots
of laughs. We started our journey to
Florida at the crack of dawn and didn’t arrive till nearly three in the morning. At the beginning of the voyage everyone was
exhausted and slept for the first two hours, after all we did start our trip
just before six in the morning. The next
ten hours certainly weren’t short of excitement, with a familiar game to every
young child “punch buggy”. A few hours flew
by and we soon stopped for lunch, barely able to get out of the car as my arms
and legs were tattooed in bruises and welts from our previous game of punch
buggy, I soon forgot of the pain as I dug in to a delicious meal at FATZ. Unfortunately, our pit stop soon came to an
end after about an hour and we were back on the road.
As we neared the halfway point of our journey to Florida
everybody in the car began to grumble.
“Hey dad can we take a quick break were all kind tired of driving. Sure he said at the next exit we’ll find a
place to stop.” The whole car applauded
this executive decision. We pulled into a rest stop as we drove in we heard a
bizarre rattling and when we stopped we realized we had a flat tire. As we waited
for Triple A to arrive Joseph and I grabbed the football from the trunk and went
on a walk, we had explored the whole rest stop, and were still waiting for
Triple A to show up. After what seemed
like hours later they had finally arrived.
Shortly after we were on the road again, the next few hours went with
little excitement until my dad said “who wants to make a quick stop for dinner.”
The rest of the car and I all agreed and started making suggestions.
Twenty minutes quickly passed and we stopped at a small
steak house in Georgia. After a
wonderful meal everyone started to settle down and sleep, after all it was
nearly midnight. Ensuing three long
hours of sleep my dad woke the whole car up to a beautiful house along the
ocean. Everyone spilled out of the car
to see the house we’d be staying at; we were all impressed to say the
least. Nobody imagined the house would
have been that big, but there certainly weren’t any complainers. We opened the door only to find the house was
nicer on the inside than the outside, we all crammed through the doors to see
who could pick the best room.
After everyone claimed their room we all immediately
jumped in bed and passed out. Late the
next morning we woke up and all went to breakfast at a local pancake house,
which we had gone to for several years. We
all got five chocolate chip pancakes, the service was a little slow so we ended
up waiting about an hour for our food, but as soon as it arrived everyone had
dug into their delicious meal. What
seemed like seconds later everyone had finished their meal leaving nothing but
the plate; we paid and headed to the grocery store.
As we arrived at the grocery store everyone stepped out
of the car to help pick out the groceries for the week. We got our groceries and stared in awe as
each item was scanned and put into the cart.
My dad paid and we left and headed back to the house. The sun was out and we knew we were in store
for a beautiful day, packed with adventures like surfing, boogie boarding,
building sand castles and walking the beach.
After several hours on the beach we emerged into the house looking like
lobster. The next nine days at the beach
were almost as exciting as the first.
As this unforgettable trip came to an end the smiles
began to fade. We ventured back to
Roanoke with memories that would never be forgotten. Everyone was sad on the car ride home
realizing it’d be another year till we went back. My smile remained unchanged after all I did
just take the best trip of my life. On
the trip home all I could think about is how great next year will be. This trip was really important to me because
it was the first time I had ever gotten to take a friend to the beach, it was
also my first trip to Florida. I still
remember this week because it was with my best friend, and we had so many good
times at the beach
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