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Every time my favorite vacation spot pops into my mind, I wonder off into dream land. The fierce hot sun, shimmering beach sands, and sparkling water… it’s all just so perfect. Every one week, out of every summer since I was born in 1983, my family and six other close family friends go to Ocean Isle Beach in North Carolina. This is a tradition for us in the summer month of August. Every year we get the same huge, luxurious, beach-front house that we all immediately fell in love with. Besides our three story fairy tale house, the beach is astonishing! It’s one of the most strikingly beautiful, warm, relaxing places that I could spend all day enjoying. In addition, another great part of this vacation is my memories of treasure hunting. Looking back on all my vacations to this wonderful spot with the people I love the most is just like one big dream that I never want to wake up from. As soon as our van pulls off the sandy road into our beach houses’ long bumpy driveway, I quickly jump out the sliding back door. The house is so white that it’s almost blinding, like a diamond sparkling in the sun. I race up the steep, freshly painted white stairs and wait impatiently for my dad to come unlock the house. He opens the door and my jaw drops immediately with exhilaration! The first thing I notice is the smell. It’s obvious that some air freshener had been sprayed, the house smells like a field of wild flowers. Every year the owners make changes to the house. This year we have a massive white, down-feathered, three-seater couch.
Approximate Word count = 1093
Approximate Pages = 4.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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