The smell of salty air, sand between my toes, and the of sound crashing waves put me in such a calm state. I could not live without the comfort of knowing that the beach is close by. It is an escape for me.
There are too many good memories, many childhood memories. My mother use to take my family to the beach all the time. I will never forget building sand castles, body boarding, digging for crabs, eating egg sandwiches, and eating Jack-in-the-Box curly fries before we left for home. Curly fries were a delicacy to us.
Within the past few years, I found a small, rather secluded beach I love. When I say small I mean it, about 500ft. When the tide is low the beach has some beautiful tide pools you can see.
(Sorry, I did not take this photo. I'm not that good. But it is nice though.)
One of my best friends, Carmen, went with me. We both took photos. She is a much better photographer than me and I still have to see her photos. These photos here are the pick of the litter in my opinion.
Here's another photo I wanted to throw in.
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