This maybe doesn't seem like a big deal, unless you were raised in Minnesota, which is about as far away from the ocean as any place in the United States. I had this experience for the first time when I was five years old. Although I was young, I do remember the exhilaration. My family went on a trip to California. We hadn't planned on a beach day, but while out for a drive my parents’ friends insisted that we stop. No one had swimsuits so we rolled up our pants and waded in. I had no experience with ocean waves so my pants were immediately soaked. I remember the smell of sea salt and the pull of the waves and the relaxing sound as they crashed against the sand.
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