A Day At The BeachThe day was warm and muggy; it was the perfect weather to go to the beach. The water was clear and a rich deep blue in colour. Not a patch of sea weed in sight. The fine white sand is burning your feet as you hear the sound of the waves crashing and the cool sea breeze brushing by. I take a deep breath of fresh air and look at the surrounding of people soaking in the sun waiting to get in the water. I slapped on the sunscreen and packed up my gear and ran towards the water, little kids were building sandcastles and having sand fights. I dogged through them and at last I was running through the shallows of the water getting nearer to the in coming wave. I dove straight through the dumping wave, the cool water rushing down my body. I popped back up to the surface, relived that I was finally out of the warm weather and cooled off by the beautiful seawater.I swim out further and further until my feet couldn't touch the sand on the bottom, waiting anxiously for the next few sets of waves. I had picked my next wave and could feel the thrust of the wave pulling me towards it. By the feel of the wave pulling me I could tell it was going to be big. I stick one hand out in front of the other paddling and me as fast as I could go and then I was off. I kept my body straight and my head under and my hands out in front and I was body surfing this wave like nothing else.