As a young child growing up in Shadowlawn, I was exposed to the beach culture at a very early age. I always loved the beach; it was my favorite place to go in the whole world. As a grommet, I always had an interest for surfing but mostly just stuck to body boarding. That all changed when I got my first surfboard. I was twelve years old and I was the most stoked* child on the planet walking out of the store with that board.
Thanks to the help of my girlfriend, I was one hot young lady. I wore a cute blue dress with capris and flip flops. Throughout the week, you could see the small town of Crandon covered in toilet paper from top to bottom as a joke between friends that happen annually. The cops are never too happy about it, but no one ever cares since it's always fun to run from them. If your done toilet papering by 11 o'clock then your good to go.
This is when it all went down hill and I found my most hated fear. I was boogie boarding when all of a sudden I felt something touch my foot. My first thought was it was just my two goofy brothers messing with me until I seen a huge fin come jumping out of the water! I screamed bloody murder and swam as fast as I could to shore. Ever since that day I have had a fear of sharks and refuse to go back in the ocean.
Bill Viola is certainly a name known around the world as being the pioneer in the medium of video art. His work is based mainly on terms of bodily wealth and self cleansing, incorporating water and fire into many of his works. Born in 1951 on January 25th, Viola was bred in Queens, New York. Early signs of Viola’s capability were shown after becoming captain of the school TV Squad at the tender age of nine. Notably the most influential moment in Viola’s life, was at the age of ten when he almost drowned after falling into a lake.
When I am in the water I feel so light and powerful, like I can do anything in the water. Because I loved it so much I began to figure out different ways to practice my swimming techniques. I practiced in our apartment’s pool, and also went to Utah pool. This was good because The pool was right outside my door and I lived next to one. Practicing was never an excuse.
During the trip, in one of the Sao Paulo malls, the modeling scouts liked me and invited me to come to their model agency. I had lived my whole life and I had never thought of becoming a model. I loved to play volleyball and believe that this could be my future; I was very tall and skinny. The rest of the class went to the amusement park while I, after being promised to go there on some other occasion, went with my Mom, who accompanied us on our trip, to the model agency. After the visit, caving in to the insistence of the agency’s staff who said that I had a profile for the modeling business, I had a book of my pictures made and came back home waiting to see what would happen.
I remember him in the summer time, when my family would go swimming at a favorite lake. Toby had no fear of the cold water, and would run to the edge of the dock and rapidly cannonball himself into the lake, showering me with the icy splash while I stood on the dock shivering in my bathing suit. I think this describes Toby’s personality well – use your whole self and make a big splash! Our family enjoyed playing board games. Sometimes we fought over board games.
Gone Fishing, The Little White Lie Gone Fishing, by the Chairman of the Board, is my all time favorite song, and also a term that had been used many times to describe my whereabouts. Since early childhood I have spent many hours enjoying the peace and serenity of “wettin’ a hook.” In the summer of 1976, while on vacation to the North Carolina coast, my brother-in-law, Marshall Arnette and I were fishing on the Iron Steamer Pier while our wives were sun bathing on the beach. Marshall looked at me and said, “Let’s go deep sea fishing tomorrow.” Although he was a veteran of a number of trips, I had never been deep sea fishing. My first thought was, oh boy, spending a day in the Atlantic Ocean, catching deep sea fish such as snapper, and grouper, but then I thought of the horror stories about seasickness. As a child, I had occasionally succumbed to motion sickness while riding in a car, but I had outgrown it.
Carnival Cruise Sept. 12,1996, I was standing in line along with my older sister, Tina, and her wonderful husband, David, not knowing that I was about to experience one of the best vacations ever. I was only twelve years old and had not traveled many places. There we stood along the coast in the blazing heat with hundreds of different types of people, speaking different kinds of languages, as the fishy smelling wind blew heavily, helping us stay cool. Police checked everyone’s passports as drug dogs sniffed everyone’s bags. Three hours after standing around, we were finally reached the entrance of the humungous white ship.
Swimmers- By Louis Untermeyer A Poem Analysis Swimmers – By Louis Untermeyer Poem I took the crazy short-cut to the bay, Over a fence or two and through a hedge, Jumping a private road, along the edge, Of backyards full of drying wash it lay. I ran, electric with elation, sweating, impetuous, and wild For a swift plunge in the sea that smiled, Mocking and languid, half a mile away. This was the final thrill, the last sensation That capped four hours of violence and laughter To have, with casual friends and casual jokes, Hard sport, a cold swim and fresh linen after, And now, the last set being played and over. I hurried past the lazy lakes of clover; I swung my racket at astonished oaks, My arm still tingling from aggressive strokes. Tennis was over for the day… I took the leaping short-cut to the bay.