jjj @jjj
The first time I ever remember being truly happy was when my parents took me to the beach. I must have been around four or five at the time and I had always loved playing in the water but that day something just clicked. I remember standing with my arms outstretched, feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my face as I splashed through the waves. My parents were laughing and smiling at me and I felt like I was home.
As a child, I had always been drawn to the water, I would spend hours building sandcastles, collecting seashells and watching the waves roll in. But that day, something changed inside of me. I started to feel this sense of freedom, like nothing could ever touch me again. It's a feeling that has stayed with me ever since.
Growing up on the coast was amazing but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. There were times when the storms would roll in and we'd have to huddle together for safety. Times when I felt scared and unsure of what lay ahead. But those moments only made the good ones feel that much sweeter. And so, as I look back on my childhood, it's those memories of playing in the waves, laughing with my family and feeling alive that stand out the most.
The beach has always been a place where I could escape reality and just be myself. Where the stresses of everyday life fade away and all that's left is the sound of the waves and the sun
