Hawaii

by Kyle Morgan, age 12, from US

The white glittering beach lay mirrored in the transparent water. Surf pounded down upon the sand, altering the beach's formation for eternity. Birds twittered in the trees, and palm fronds rustled like rain on a rooftop. At the water's edge we donned our swim gear. We had made the mistake of putting our gear on before we reached the water's edge. I learned the hard way that it's nearly impossible to walk on land with flippers. With flippers, you have to walk backwards. As we entered the crystal clear water, an entirely new world opened up before our eyes. The bustle of above had disappeared. When our flippers stirred up the last pieces of sand, we began to comprehend the great magnitude of the ocean.