Once again I find myself trying to figure out what to write for the Carnival of Genealogy. It’s not a burden, it’s a pleasure. I just find it hard sometimes to fit with the topic!
I have always been a “city boy” and this topic helps to show that! I’ve been living in a small town now for about 5 years and I love it! Growing up I lived in Dallas, Texas and never really did much with lakes or beaches and such. Until last year I had never even seen the ocean except for when I was flying over it! So, I guess I can relate in this article about my first trip to the beach.
It was October of last year when my wife and I decided to go to San Diego and see my son’s graduation from Marine Corps Boot Camp! I only expected to fly in, visit some of the sites and then bring my son home for a while! We met up with my niece on the first night in and it wasn’t long before we were down at the beach! Granted, this was late that night and it was getting dark when we got there. However, I was able to see the ocean for the first time ever and I even got to walk out on the sand. It was an awesome experience and I would like to visit again someday, IN THE DAYLIGHT!
It was amazing how cool the water made the beach feel and how strange the sand felt beneath my feet. I watched as some folks had a fire pit going and were cooking something up while their friends were out catching a few waves before it got too dark. It was a pretty awesome experience and one I could probably get used to if I had to!
I’ve scanned through my photos on my hard drive and I am amazed at the lack of pictures with folks at the beach. I guess there weren’t a lot of folks in my family who went to the beach much or if they did they were having too much fun to take pictures. I sure wish I would have thought to have taken some pictures when I was at the beach. It took me almost 45 years to get there and who knows when I will return.
Hopefully it won’t be another 45 years!
Have a wonderful day everyone!