I sat up in bed, I had spent the whole night up planning the perfect beach day. I'd leave at 8:20 and head for the beach after I got some toast and jam. I'd swim until 10:00 then walk along the shore, maybe getting some shells to make a necklace. Liz told me last night that there was a blue bike in the garage I could use to ride around.
I pulled on my bathing suit and put on my violet flower sundress. My sandals were too small, but who would be buying new ones these days?
When I came downstairs Liz stood stirring a big pot and Aunt Jennipher sat at the table drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Virgina." Aunt Jennipher greeted sleepily.
"Hey," I said, putting a slice of bread into the toaster.
"What has you up so early?" Liz asked.
"You said I could go to the beach today, you know-swim." I replied, smothering grape jam all over my toast.
"Oh, well take a sandwich in case you get hungry. And the bike is in the closet by the backdoor." Liz replied.
"Bye!" I said, pulling out the bike from the closet, and putting the sandwich that Liz made me in my nap sack.
I was finally out. Free from Liz's house. Yesterday Liz made Aunt Jennipher and I walk with her to run errands to places like Johnson's Grocery and Walker's Hardware. It seemed as if Liz talked with everyone she saw. When she was at the grocery she talked to Mrs. Johnson for half an hour!
And finally when we got home from errands came gardening...not very fun. I got dirt, mud, and all kinds of things under my nails, and on my face. I took a hot bath that night to get all that dirt off. I had to srcub hard, I'm saying so hard my skin turned bright red.
It took me about half an hour to get to the shore. I chained up my bike on a near by bike post. The sand was hot, it burned my feet, but I dug my toes into the sand. I took of my dress and ran straight into the water.
I was in the water. It was cool and refreshing. The last time I had been to the beach was two years ago, even though I had lived by the shore. I began to swim, farther and farther. I felt like a mermaid, swimming thourgh the ocean.
If this was what my summer was going to be, I was ready.
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