Since I was a baby, my family and I have gone to a very small island that is close to our house. To get there, we take a ferry boat. Waiting in line to get on the ferry while smelling the fresh air and watching the seagulls fly by has always made me feel happy.
Every time I get on the ferry, I search for the blue marina on the other side. As the marina gets bigger, it means we are getting closer and closer. When we arrive on the island, all of my worries slowly fade away. My family drives to our house with the windows down and blast country songs.
We open the door to the house and unpack all of our belongings. We go to turn our water on, which is always a struggle because to turn it on we have to stick our hand down a hole in the ground and turn the nozzle. This has recently become my job as I am the youngest in the family.
When we have everything unpacked and ready to go, we head to the beach. There, we jet-ski, tube and ride on the boat until it reaches dinner time and we have to go home. When we go home, we rinse all the sand off of our feet. We play card games and patiently wait for our dinner.
When dinner is finished, we are all exhausted from the sun so we go to sleep to wake up and do it all again. A few days later when we have to leave until next time, my family is always so upset because we have to go back to reality.
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