I grew up around the beach. When I was younger, I hated it. But when I grew up, I loved it so much that I almost literally lived there. When I got out of school in high school I would just drive to the beach and finish my reading or homework while laying out and feeling the sun. My best friend and I surfed there, ate there, tanned there, played volleyball... it goes on. I always say that all I'll need to be happy in life is a husband, my dog, and a house less than 5 minutes from the beach... across the street would be preferred. Sometimes I realize just how long it's been since I've spent a good quality day at my, or any, beach and I feel so incomplete. Like a very hungry caterpillar might be eating his way right through me.
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