My Place in the World | Beach

This weeks Daily Post photo prompt is Place in the World.  My earliest memory of going to the beach was a trip that my uncle took us on when I was very young.  I believe we went on a day trip to Virginia Beach.  There was a breeze coming off the ocean, kids everywhere.  I remember how warm the sand was under my feet… all smooshy and soft.  I had a lot of fun that day.  Even when I stepped on something weird in the water, freaked out, and ran screaming out of the water, I enjoyed myself LOL.  The things we remember from our childhood.

To this day, the beach is the one place I can go and feel…. Peace.  I stand with my toes in the sand, close my eyes, and just let the wind coming off the ocean blow across me and suddenly, every thought, every care, every worry is gone.  All I feel is the wind on my face, while the sounds of waves crashing on the beach fills my ears.  I love that feeling.  That is my place in the world.

This is an older photo from my first trip to Ocean City, Maryland.  It was so cold that spring break, but I was still so happy to be there.  No toes in the sand, but toes in uggs in the sand… that counts right? Being able to just get in the car and drive to the beach was one of the things I missed most about living in Colorado.

Where is the one place in the world where you belong?

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I'm a Mother, a Military Wife, a Student, a Blogger, and an Amateur Photographer. I may wear many hats, but deep down I'm still me. If you need to contact me do so at: SunshinesSnapshot@gmail.com

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