b'water. Once I exit the sea, I take off running towards them as fast as my three-year-old legs will take me. I dont want to burn my feet on the scorching sand. I approach my parents, and sink into their waiting arms. We sit there and watch the sun begin to set. The sky is a heavenly palette of pastels: yellows, and purples, and reds. The soft colors threaten to lull me to sleep, and I make a weak attempt to fight it. I dont want to go, because the beach is my paradise. It always will be. My eyelids feel like lead, and I have no choice but to give in. I will have sweet dreams tonight of new beach adventures tomorrow.CANOE DOCKLevi Burdette20| 41 |'