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2017-00348
BS Economics
308 words
It was a rather hot and sunny day. I felt the warm sand underneath my feet. I could smell the
salty ocean. There weren’t that many people on the beach at the time. Some children were
swimming. Their parents were wading through the water, and they were watching over the kids. I
looked over to my parents. My father was sunbathing, and my mother was cooking while watching
over my brother. I, on the other hand, was absorbed in my own little world. I felt content as I
walked along the shore, looking for shells to bring home for our aquarium. The sun was beating
down my back as my eyes sifted through the sand. Shells were hard to come by, but I didn’t feel
frustrated, nor did I get bored to death throughout my search. I was at peace. My mind felt the
ocean’s serenity and I, too, felt the calmness it embodied. After two hours passed, eight shells of
varying shape and size were piled up on the palm of my hands. I was beyond excited, and I couldn’t
stop myself from smiling. All I started thinking about was running back to my family to share that
It was a sunny day. I could feel the warm sand and smell the salty ocean. The beach wasn’t
crowded. Children were swimming, with parents guarding them. I saw Dad sunbathing, and Mom
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cooking while watching over my brother. I was absorbed in my own world. I contently walked along
the shore, looking for shells to bring home. The search was hard, but I felt serene – not frustrated or
bored. After two hours, I found a variety of shells. I couldn’t stop smiling. I wanted to share this