Beach Days

“Roller-blades in?”

“Check.”

“Swimsuits and towels? Water bottles? Sandals? Extra change of clothes?”

“Check. Check. Check!” we yelled joyously.

“We’re off!” said Dad, as he turned the key in the ignition.

We all put on our CD headphones and settled back for the ride. One and a half hours never goes slower than when you are headed to the beach for the day. We all just wanted to hurry up and get there. We all wanted to feel the sand between our toes, experience the wind in our hair, and the waves on our backs. We could taste the hot dogs and ice cream sandwiches at the small snack bar at the end of the roller-blading path. Skaters would be skating, kids would be building sandcastles, and people of all ages would be playing in the waves. Images poured through our minds as we bounced along in our minivan. We were all off in our own daydreams.

“Hey, guys, snap out of it. We’re here.”

“What? Dad, are you talking to us?”

“Hey, monkeys, we’ve been sitting in the parking lot for the past 10 minutes. Mom and I already have our blades on. Are you guys going to sit and daydream in the car, or are you going roller-blading with us?”

“We’re on it!” we yelled in unison. In a flash, we were out of our seats. We ran for our skates and our cameras. Can’t waste time when the beach is waiting!