When I think of my childhood one of the first things that pops in my mind is the beach. with all the coarse, grainy, white sand sticking to my feet as I walk out of the refreshing, sky, blue water. I can just picture myself relaxing in the shade of a tall, luscious, green palm tree. I look up and see a group of seagulls landing on some rocks down the beach. They quickly see me and fly away.
I can relate to this post because I too grew up near a beach. I lived in the Fort Lauderdale region of Florida when I was younger and going to the beach was and still is one of my favorite things to do. Being up here for school is kind of weird because all of my life, the beach was only fifteen minutes from my house.
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