"Not Another Day at the Beach"
I was already up and dressed by the time my mom knocked on my door to wake me up in the morning. There is no way that I would oversleep today! It was our first beach trip of the season, and it feels like we have been waiting forever. With our cold winter and my dad's busy work schedule, we haven't been back to the beach since our Thanksgiving trip in November. Now it is May. May 7th to be exact, and I have had this on my calendar for a month. Nope, no oversleeping here.
My dad, mom, little sister, and I got everything packed up in the car: shovels, picnic lunch, drinks, wet suits, and surf boards. After a quick breakfast that I rushed everyone through, we hit the road. Only a few hours later, we pulled into our usual beach parking lot.
When we got there, I noticed that there was an awful lot of garbage all over the parking lot. I just assumed that there had been a windstorm that knocked over garbage cans. However, my dad and mom said that it looked like people had not been being careful over the winter with where they were putting their garbage. It made me feel sad that the parking lot looked gross, and the seabirds were scavenging everywhere.
After we unloaded, it was time to walk to the beach and set up our spot. My dad calls it our home base. As we walked towards the beach, we noticed there was a red flag at the lifeguard station, and lots of people were surrounding it. No one was swimming. No one was even in the water at all.
When we got to the liefguard station, we learned that the beach was closed for the whole day because of unsafe water. There had been many storms over the past week and all the extra water had flushed out some unsafe toxins from local businesses and factories. The water was not safe for anyone to swim, surf, or wade in.
I was so upset! My little sister was too little to understand what was wrong and she started to cry. If I'm being honest, I wanted to cry, too. I had looked forward to sufring and playing all month long. My mom and dad explained a bit about the word "pollution" and how things that we do can contribute to unhealthy beaches.
We walked back to the car to load up all of our stuff, and my dad grabbed extra garbage bags from the beach pavillion. He said that since we couldn't go surfing, that we might as well be nice to the beach and help clean up some of the litter in the parking lot. We each grabbed a garbage bag and carefully picked up garbage. When we left, the beach water was still sick, but I felt great that we could make the parking lot look much better than when we arrived.