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BeEACH
BY SIMA GOLDMAN
When some people think of the beach, they imagine people drowning,
hurricanes destroying homes, deadly animals swimming under the surface
“ of the waves. Others think of family vacations,
breathtaking scenery, children laughing, and memorable moments.
he sun beat down, feeling like steam rising from a boil-
ing pot of water. The rotting seaweed emitted a rancid
”odor, and the crashing of the waves sounded like the
roar of a frenzied crowd. When the waves collided with
T the shore, white foam appeared like the froth oozing
is one of the best examples. When some people think of the
beach, they imagine people drowning, hurricanes destroying
homes, deadly animals swimming under the surface of the
waves. Others think of family vacations, breathtaking scenery,
children laughing, and memorable moments. For these opti-
from the jaws of a rabid dog. The grainy, coarse sand mists, the beach is a place where stress is melted by the sun,
swallowed feet, and the gulls shrieked their war cries. fears are drowned by the sea, and worries are buried under the
Gusts of wind tried to steal the towels and umbrellas sand.
scattered on the sand. The beach is a terrifying, life-snatching
nightmare. Thinking about life, or even the beach, in a hopeful way might
seem ideal, but it is also important to be aware of the poten-
The sun shone, feeling like a warm hug, and reflected crys- tial darkness. Even on bright days, venturing into dangerous
tals off the blue sea. The healthful salty air could be smelled waters, acting carelessly while reveling in life, and breaking
for miles away. The crashing waves sounded like an exhilarated imperative boundaries are never wise. One should remember
crowd, eager to be entertained. When the waves collided with those tempestuous days at the beach, the destruction beauty
the shore, white foam appeared, like frothy, beaten egg whites. can cause, and err on the side of caution. So, too, when the
The warm, fine sand enveloped feet and toy shovels, and the beach is treacherous and the ocean is raging, do not forget the
seagulls harmonized with each other. The wind created oppor- tranquil days of sun, sea and sand; hold on to the knowledge
tunities for “wind-blown hair” pictures by the ocean. The beach that chaos does not last forever.u
is a magnificent, revitalizing oasis.
Sima Goldman, a student in Mrs. Rochel Naiman’s Bais Yaa-
As in life, everything has a positive and negative side; the beach kov English class, just completed ninth grade.
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BY SIMA GOLDMAN
When some people think of the beach, they imagine people drowning,
hurricanes destroying homes, deadly animals swimming under the surface
“ of the waves. Others think of family vacations,
breathtaking scenery, children laughing, and memorable moments.
he sun beat down, feeling like steam rising from a boil-
ing pot of water. The rotting seaweed emitted a rancid
”odor, and the crashing of the waves sounded like the
roar of a frenzied crowd. When the waves collided with
T the shore, white foam appeared like the froth oozing
is one of the best examples. When some people think of the
beach, they imagine people drowning, hurricanes destroying
homes, deadly animals swimming under the surface of the
waves. Others think of family vacations, breathtaking scenery,
children laughing, and memorable moments. For these opti-
from the jaws of a rabid dog. The grainy, coarse sand mists, the beach is a place where stress is melted by the sun,
swallowed feet, and the gulls shrieked their war cries. fears are drowned by the sea, and worries are buried under the
Gusts of wind tried to steal the towels and umbrellas sand.
scattered on the sand. The beach is a terrifying, life-snatching
nightmare. Thinking about life, or even the beach, in a hopeful way might
seem ideal, but it is also important to be aware of the poten-
The sun shone, feeling like a warm hug, and reflected crys- tial darkness. Even on bright days, venturing into dangerous
tals off the blue sea. The healthful salty air could be smelled waters, acting carelessly while reveling in life, and breaking
for miles away. The crashing waves sounded like an exhilarated imperative boundaries are never wise. One should remember
crowd, eager to be entertained. When the waves collided with those tempestuous days at the beach, the destruction beauty
the shore, white foam appeared, like frothy, beaten egg whites. can cause, and err on the side of caution. So, too, when the
The warm, fine sand enveloped feet and toy shovels, and the beach is treacherous and the ocean is raging, do not forget the
seagulls harmonized with each other. The wind created oppor- tranquil days of sun, sea and sand; hold on to the knowledge
tunities for “wind-blown hair” pictures by the ocean. The beach that chaos does not last forever.u
is a magnificent, revitalizing oasis.
Sima Goldman, a student in Mrs. Rochel Naiman’s Bais Yaa-
As in life, everything has a positive and negative side; the beach kov English class, just completed ninth grade.
122 u www.wherewhatwhen.com u
