Back when I was a kid i lived in Orlando, Florida. My days were filled with blue skies, a blazing sun, and playing in the clear blue ocean. Not far from my home was my favorite place in the world, St. Pete Beach. We used to spend weekends over there in the same beach side hotel every time, I can still remember the old lady who ran the place. At the age of 5 she was only about a head taller then me, her deep permenate tan left her wrinkled. She greeted us with the same warming smile every time, saying that our usual room, 21, was waiting for us. We visited so frequently she knew my name and always noted that I had grown.
One of these vistits contained a once in a life experience, that even a 5 year old would never forget. It was a ordinary day at the beach, we had ate breakfast at the small but famous cafe right on the beach, bulit sand castles, and soaked in the sun. We waded out into the water until we reached the sand bar, the water so crystal clear you could see your toes squishing into the sand with each step. My mom and I looked around trying to find sandollar fully intact, from ones as big as my hand to ones the size of a penny. All of a sudden we see this long gray shape moving toward us, our fist reaction was shark! But as it approached we realized it was a long path of stingrays. They looked like one huge long stone pathway all scrunched together that never seemed to end. Mom says that there must of been hundreds, they passed right through our legs, paying us no attention. We stood absoultely still as they all finished passing, we were still in awe of what we had just witnessed and knew that this day will always remain with us.
One of these vistits contained a once in a life experience, that even a 5 year old would never forget. It was a ordinary day at the beach, we had ate breakfast at the small but famous cafe right on the beach, bulit sand castles, and soaked in the sun. We waded out into the water until we reached the sand bar, the water so crystal clear you could see your toes squishing into the sand with each step. My mom and I looked around trying to find sandollar fully intact, from ones as big as my hand to ones the size of a penny. All of a sudden we see this long gray shape moving toward us, our fist reaction was shark! But as it approached we realized it was a long path of stingrays. They looked like one huge long stone pathway all scrunched together that never seemed to end. Mom says that there must of been hundreds, they passed right through our legs, paying us no attention. We stood absoultely still as they all finished passing, we were still in awe of what we had just witnessed and knew that this day will always remain with us.
Haha! How cool! Very well written :)
ReplyDeleteWow! That would be an amazing experience! I enjoyed reading the descriptive account of your memory.
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