September 27, 2010
My favorite season by far is summer. The coming of summer brings countless days at the town swimming whole, end of school, and trips to the beach. Summer time is a time when our family spends a lot of time together. It was the season when we set out to accomplish meeting every cheerleader at the beach. Most important of all this meant a time for us to enjoy ourselves.
Summer days at the town swimming whole brings back so many things to my mind. It was where I had first learned to swim. It was also where I had broken my first bone trying to perform a back-flip for a girl I had a crush on. My friends and I would sometimes slip away from work on the farm just to relax in the cool flowing stream to escape the searing heat; needless to say our boss wasn’t always very pleased when he found us. We made it our personal get away from everything.
I was always so happy to that summer finally arrived. It meant that boring days in the classroom was soon to be over. No more listening to teachers trying to pound Darwin’s Theory into our heads or being quizzed over what is the difference between an obtuse and acute triangle. I remember counting down every last second for the bell to finally ring so we would be free to enjoy what summer was to bring. The ringing of the bell was a sign of late nights spent in town
with friends, time to meet new people on vacation, and trips to the beach with plenty of girls, in which I can say I enjoyed very much.
Finally, summer time, off to the beach we go to spend a week full of girls, parties, and fun. All that stood between me then was a long and exhausting seven hour drive to Panama City Beach, Florida. So I woke up, called Jordan, who was never ready on time, and off we went. When we arrived, we were welcomed by parties galore, girls in bikinis, and the welcoming sound of waves crashing against the beach. It was like they were waiting for us to...
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