Ocean--Kendall

My first time seeing the ocean was an intense and vivid memory I will always hold in my heart. It wasn't a normal drive an hour go to Huntington Beach with beach balls being thrown around. It was an extremely long five hour drive for five year old Kendall; through wine country, through woods, an hour more of coastline then finally to a tiny secluded town called Cambria. The first thing my small family did was see a castle to our right... with zebras. My five year old mind was blown. To my left, the coast of the beautiful salty ocean was waiting for me, but to my right there was a mansion home with thousands of yards of land and cattle with an occasional zebra somehow. The rich of Central California in the 1930’s will build and preserve some crazy things. Begging my parents to feel the sand in my toes for the first time, I was told no for about the millionth time. Instead, we drove for another century it felt like; but what kept me steady was the constant smell of refreshing salty beach air with the car windows rolled down. Younger Kendall, daydreaming about the water was suddenly snapped out of it by the distinct and intense smell of blubber. A very strange experience once again, which upsettingly wasn't the ocean. Instead, I was standing about a foot away from a humongous elephant seal, only two logs and a small grass hill separating us. There were fifty of them laying on the beach, making horrendous loud noises and throwing warm sand on their bodies. In that moment I had wished I was a gross looking elephant seal because at least I could touch the sand. My mom took about a billion pictures of me next to said elephant seals, I can precisely remember after the last picture was taken, running to the car and saying I would stay there forever and never leave my car seat unless we went to the beach. My parents finally gave in and we drove to our oceanside hotel. The anticipation and overwhelming joy I felt running down the rocks to the sand, then through an uproarious amount of sand, to eventually where the precious ocean water meets the sand. The sand in my toes and shocking feel of that freezing cold water, I fell in love. I had found my favorite place in the world. I felt nothing but serenity, just me and the ocean, and the wind in my five year old bob haircut. No Harry Potter book gave me this type of peace, and those books were my pride and joy. All the waiting, all the pleading to feel the ocean was worth this moment with my toes in the sand. Before I knew it, I was silly and waking straight into the ocean. Young Kendall being about three feet tall and sixty pounds max was quickly swept away by the water. The next thing I know I'm laughing and spitting out salty water, having a grand ol time; but my dad is picking me up out of the ocean terrified of my potential being swept away or drowning. I had the biggest smile on my face they tell me after nearly giving both my parents a heart attack. They thought I would never want to go back, but once they were consoling one another that I was okay, I immediately ran right back into the ocean. I haven't ever stopped running since then, the ocean is my happiest place, the place I feel most at home and the most at peace. The salty air being breathed in and out with the squishy soft sand in my toes is what brings me bliss. Five year old Kendall had not-patiently waited for the place that gives me the most profound happiness and comfort and I will forever be grateful for my awed parents who pick me up every time the current takes me away.
The ocean is very cool and I like it a lot. We should also try to save it and the earth. So that's cool, thank you so much to the people that do help save it. I think it's super awesome and we need more people like them. Thank you. aisudbaljsfhsdkfhierjKBFK;Jne;ugiE;IFUHLW/D;sifsfliweyfvffkfhlia8yefjgs.kvhai8flawegf.iweaafy; 9a8wfligwaeaf.hwae;o8fyweligfiwehf;o8weyflige;ofhwe;o8ywe7ft8;we fowey f87 tifu