Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Florida story

When I was about 13 I went to Florida for the first time ever. I went with my best friend at the time and it was one of the best experiences of my life. Being from a small town in New Jersey I never really traveled or saw anything else other than tall buildings and streets. We drove all the way to Florida, yes, I was in a car for 18 hours. I can remember the feeling and how happy I was when I looked out the window and saw miles and miles of sand and ocean. My first step out of the car was on the hot Daytona beach, the first thing I thought of doing was running into that blue sparkling water, and that's what I did. 
 While sitting on the beach I looked down and noticed these beautiful seashells. They were like people, all different and unique in their own ways. I immediately thought I absolutely needed to collect as many shells as I could stuff in a glass jar. The air felt so much more fresh and clean than the air in Jersey, I wanted to bottle it up and take it home with me. While we were touring the beautiful city of Orlando we walked pass a bench with maybe 10 huge pure white parrots. They were just perched on a bench waiting for attention, they were absolutely incredible to look at just because of their amazing size and pure color. As I got closer to one of them it suddenly flew on my shoulder! Than one by one each parrot found a spot on me to perch and I was holding all ten of them. I still have the picture with all the birds and it's still funny to this day. 
That was one thing I will always remember from my trip. I will also never forget everyday, seeing the sun shine it's brightest for everyone. There never seemed to be a dark day in Florida.