When I was younger, we used to live on the beach of Lake Michigan. We moved later, but for a long while we still lived in the same town as it. I remember endless days of shell hunting, eating ice cream while watching the sunset, and swimming in the lake. And frankly, I'd love to go back.
I just got done reading this book about a girl who lived right next to a beach. I really made my want to go back. The book was pretty much the dumbest book I've ever read; and was pretty much Arial and some sort of Barbie movie put together. Her mom was a mermaid and her father was a surfer. I don't even know why I got as far as the end. I'm pretty sure it's because the writer did a really good job of making me feel like I was at the beach, and I wanted more.
I've recently been trying to convince my parents to take a trip later this summer to Michigan. I want to hear the crashing waves, feel the burning sand, and smell the crisp clean air.
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I wish I could be there; on the beach. This very moment. I wish I could tell you how nice the water feels, or how wonderful the sunset looks, or how beautiful the sand feels. But for now, that's all I can do--Wish.