The Beach Is My Home

Home is a special thing for everyone, my home is the beach. The beach reminds me of home. The beach reminds me of the time I spent with my family, and it reminds me of my childhood. My childhood is the way I would try to outrun the waves; the way I would sit under my umbrella staring at the ocean thinking of how beautiful it was; the way I think about the waves flowing freely with nothing stopping them. I wish to one day be like the waves; to not care what people think of me and just do what makes me happy; to flow at my own rhythm and don't feel pressured to do stuff I don't want to do by society; to not feel the need to fit a standard to fit in and be accepted. The beach holds special memories for me.