First Time at Sanibel Island
I am going to tell you a story about the first time I went to Sanibel Island in Florida. I went with my mom, my little sister named Hannah she was 7 years old when we went, also I went with my dad and my mom’s mother, my grandmother. Oh, here is 1 other thing you might want to know, I was 8 years old when we went, and we went for Thanksgiving. We rented a Condo not a House. A Condo is like a little apartment. Ours had 1 bathroom, 2 bedrooms, 1 living room, a porch and a small kitchen.
Okay now I will tell you the story … We had just arrived at our new place in our new rental car and we were ready to see the beach for the first time. I scrambled up the steps and threw on my bathing suit and then I waited for everyone else. It seemed to take forever for them just to put on their bathing suits, but finally they were ready. We started out. I loved looking all around as we walked across the street through the parking lot and past the pool–that’s when we decided we would go to the pool after the beach.
Then I saw it… the OCEAN!
It was such a beautiful sight. I knew right then, that I would miss that big wide ocean when I would have to go back to Pennsylvania. Fortunately, this still was the first day at Sanibel Island.
Okay back to the story again …
I ran over to the boardwalk, I looked back and my dad and my mom nodded, and my sister and I ran and ran and ran and ran, then we stopped just before the beach. My heart was pounding as I took off my shoes and threw them on the sand, and then I took a deep breath and stepped in the sand…
Oh, how it was so soft on my toes, you should have felt it. Then we began running, but soon I felt that it was not as soft anymore. Actually, it was kind of hard, so I looked down and saw endless seashells and water going all the way to the horizon line. I ran across the seashells. It was very painful, so I looked around and saw a bridge that someone had made, (it was not made out of wood it was actually made from people pushing all the shells from the very very tall pile to the other sides, to make a path so you could walk across without hurting your feet.) Then I ran across the “bridge” and the sand was not hard anymore actually it was kind of soft. Then I decided that my sister and I should try the water before we had to go back to the condo. I told Hannah my BRILLIANT idea, and she said, “okay lets try.” I ran into the water… “Boy,” I said, “that is nice and warm, not anything like in New Jersey and New York at the Ocean.” I played and played in the water even after my sister went on the sand to make a sand castle. Soon we decided to go back and play in the pool for a while until it was time to eat dinner and go to bed.
That is the story of the first time at the beach on Sanibel Island. At the very moment when saw that big ocean, I knew I would love Sanibel Island.