Sunset Beach is like a second (or third, or fourth...) home to me. My family began going to Sunset before I was born and I grew up spending summers and spring breaks on that glorious little island. The thing about it is that there isn't much to show or tell about. It's about a mile long, complete with houses, pier, about five little shops, and beach. That's it. It's not especially romantic but, to me, it's childhood. It's a place where we never locked our doors, our parents never worried where we were, and everything was just a bike ride or walk away ("everything" meaning ice cream, the beach, junk shops, and canals to play in). It was my heaven. While I know that there were countless times of complaining, feeling bored, hated the heat, and cried of sunburn, my memories of Sunset Beach are mostly heavenly. What I remember most is feeling free.
While I was in North Carolina for the last two weeks, I lucked out and got to go down to the beach with just my mom and my sister to stay with my grand-dad. There isn't much to tell about the trip because it was fairly uneventful, but that's exactly what I wanted. I wished I had gotten a few more photos, but, hey, I didn't feel like it at the time.
The box of Kleenex and I were attached at the hip.
Mom - if you say one word about not liking this picture then
I'll blow it up and put it on Facebook.
"That's it. It's not especially romantic but, to me, it's childhood." that's exactly what i feel too.
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