Scriptwriting One: Memory Writing: Beach

Looking out the car window I see flat land straight ahead of us. The mountainous and hill covered land that I know as home is gone, but it’s a warm embrace for the new environment were driving to. I roll the window down and in comes a gust of air. I breathe in the sweet smell of salt. My eyes stayed glued to the window as I impatiently wait for my family and I to arrive at our destination.

When we finally make it I jump out of the car and turn in a full circle to take in the sights around me. The streets are lined with hotels, restaurants, shops and so much more. Palm trees line the parking lot and the only thing I want to do is run to the beach. My mom snaps me back into reality by giving me a playful smack in the head. We start unloading the car and make our way for the hotel room.

As soon as we get inside the room I run to the balcony to take a glance at the view. The waves crash onto one another, the sun is set high in the sky, and a cool breeze carries the smell of the ocean against my nose. Hundreds of people line the beach grazing in the sun or taking a dip in the water.

I beg my parents to take us to the beach and after unpacking we make our way down to the shore. I step onto the warm sand and feel its softness between my toes. We keep walking to find an open spot to set our blanket down for the afternoon. We lay down the blanket and I apply sunscreen so the hot sun doesn’t burn me. I grab my little brother and take him to the water with me. I slowly make my way to the edge of the crash waves. The water is cold against my feet and ankles but I slowly make my way into the water. After awhile my body gets used to the cold temperatures of the water and I’m waist deep in the ocean. Feeling brave, I dunk under the water and submerge my body. I pop up from the window for hair. I can taste the salt on my lips and look over at my brother and give him a splash.

After cooling off in the water, we decide to head back up to the beach to build sandcastles. We run to our parents sitting on our blanket to grab shovels and beach toys. Then we found a good spot on the beach and began digging. My brother and I race against the tide to get our sandcastle complete before its too late. Within a few hours we have about a foot deep trench built, surrounded by a huge wall. The tide is coming close to our fort and it’s almost time to see our hard work paid off.

Finally the tide hits our sand wall, some water spills over the sides. My brother and I start frantically scooping the water with our buckets and shovel more to reinforce our wall. In a few minutes our castle is completely wiped out. The trench is halfway full of water and the wall is barely visible. We retreat back to the blanket where mom and dad tell us were heading in for the day. By then the sun is starting to go down and streaks of orange and pink start to fill the sky. The wind is picking up and it’s a chilly walk back to the hotel. I stop for a moment and gaze back at the ocean in its serene beauty and smile knowing I’ll be back on the sandy beaches again tomorrow.