“Splash!” The waves were swooping over us like a
cop finding the criminal. It was that time again, our family Myrtle
Beach vacation. Everyone was there from my mom's side, such as my Aunt
Samara, Uncle Jimmy, and cousins. However, no one was there from my
The sun, a bright yellow ball outlined in orange rays, was shining right
down on us. It was 88 degrees Fahrenheit. My dad was now as red as a
lobster, as he didn’t put on sunblock. Sydney and I were flipping off
our flip-flops, and hiding our feet in copious warm sand. I loved the
feeling of colorless sand munching in between my toes, as it felt like a
massage and smelled like a fragrance of its own.
Sydney and I are sharing our favorite drink from the kid bar, a virgin
strawberry Daiquiri. Its pink sparkly color and sweet refreshing flavor
tickled and moistly slid down our throats, making our stomachs grumble
for more. After she finished, she cheerfully said, “Want to go back in?”
“OK,” I answered, and back in we went.
As we got in, a football went flying over my head. I was worried it was
going to hit me, but it never did. Back and forth the football went like
a seesaw; I finally realized it was my brother Sam and cousin Jake.
Jump! Splash! The girl cousins were hopping over the waves, big and
blue, like bunnies. The gleaming waves screamed “Get out!” in a
cacophonous voice, but we didn’t, so they got rougher and harder, making
the salty taste fill my mouth. As the clock started ticking by, we all
got tired and nonchalant, so we decided to head out.
“Guys, can I have a picture?” my grandma asked us. I didn’t want to take
the picture. My hair was messed up, and furthermore I was sunburnt. All
of us had given each other a bad look, but the oldest cousin, Stacy,
assiduous and knowledgeable, stepped up and told her sure. I wished she
hadn’t done that. However, I understood it was the right thing to do.
“Let’s go back up after our picture,” Jake proposed. I hoped the rest of
my family would agree to this since I was tired. When everyone was in an
accord with his proposal, we headed up to our condo—comfy, small, but
nice. As I went into the elevator, I realized how important family was.
It doesn’t matter if you have a plethora of friends; all you need are
optimistic family members to be right by your side.
When the waves get bigger and rougher, just step out and find your
shell: family. That family vacation made me learn that.