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Hawai'i Memories
The sun beat down, bright and warm. The salty sea air enveloped me in stagnant humidity. Little waves lapped against the vaguely sandy lava rock several yards away from me, and palm trees crowned every surface that could be interpreted as a horizontal line. When people describe the spring in Hawaii as paradise on earth, they’re not lying. It definitely is. It’s also really hot. However, if you saw the subdued form of a 13-year-old me on the beach that day, you’d think I was in a miserable place on a cold day. There’s a photo somewhere, probably buried in a photo album in my parents’ house, of me sitting on that beach in Kona, Hawaii, with my knees pulled against my chest, one towel wrapped around my legs like a skirt, and another wrapped around my shoulders like a blanket, and with my arms crossed over my stomach, covering as much of me as possible. I look cold, maybe ill. Either way, I look miserable. But I wasn’t cold or sick. Aside from a minor cut on my foot that I got from tripping on a lava rock while trying to take a photo of a sea turtle earlier that day, I was in great health.
By Olive5 years ago in Confessions
