Essay on A walk on the Beach

A Walk on the Beach

There are very few who don’t recognize the sights, sounds, and smells of one of the most visited places in history. Almost everyone has been there once in their lives, and even as small children, the experience never escapes. I have been fortunate to visit the beach numerous times, but one has stayed in my mind more than others. One most people have not had the chance to participate in.
Close your eyes and imagine a day at the beach. What do you see? Most would answer a sunny, hot, stuffed, but beautiful day. My experience is of a different kind. I woke up one morning during Spring Break in Gulf Shores, Alabama expecting the usual day. However, when I looked out my window, the sun was not shining and it was raining. Everyone was inside was watching television and my friend went shopping with her mom, so I seized the moment and suited up. I didn’t bring a lot of "cold gear" with me, but I did manage to find some wind pants and a sweatshirt.
Right away I was put in a place I hadn’t been before. I walked down the stairs that met the beach, and placed my feet in the sand. It was very cold. The sand was missing that mid-morning burn. This feeling that can be compared with walking on fire. In past years, I had to run for the water to save my feet from being scorched, but now I was wondering whether or not I should keep my shoes on. The beach was full of debris from the previous night’s storm, and I was walking on crushed shells and seaweed. It felt like walking on jelly as it squished in and out of my toes.
It was strange being on the beach and not having anyone out there with me. I remember walking down a strip of beach that was never so desolate. Looking left, I saw dozens of sand creations the rain had not been able to ruin yet. There were alligators, castles, mermaids, and many others.
When I looked right, I saw a different ocean than what had been there the previous three days.