As a child growing up in Tennessee, I seldom got a chance to go to a beach. The closet experience I got, were the movies played by hot heads hitting air filled balls. So when my father informed our family of 5 of our upcoming trip that was planned, you could only imagine the electricity that filled the room. A few back flips here and a few wall sprints there. You would think it was November 1st and we hit the jackpot the night before. After a 15 hour road trip, we finally made it, the experience all these movies painted. What they don’t show you, are the over-packed parking lots near the beach, the freezing water and all the lung capacity required to fill a beach ball. I got stuck with this duty while my siblings were busy failing at building sand castles. 15 minutes later I was half dead and twice as dark from trying to blow up this white, yellow and blue human air filled beach ball. The waves provided the perfect amount of wind that cooled me off after blowing up a ball that no one played with.
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