Waiting for summer

So today is my first official day on summer break. So far I've not done anything particularly summery, but I've got plenty of time for that. Right now I'm dying to go swimming, even though I'm sure the water would be really cold. 

Being in a summery mood, I thought I'd share a piece I wrote almost two years ago for a creative writing class. The assignment wad to write a descriptive piece about a memory we had. It could be a poem or not,  but we had to detail sounds, smells, sights, tastes, and textures. I wrote about being at the beach on the fourth of July. Enjoy! 

July 4th at the beach for the Courtneys by Kathryne Courtney 9/15/14

I feel damp sand on my legs when I sit down. A sister climbs on to my lap and lays her sweaty head on my shoulder. I can taste my chapstick as it melts off my lips, along with the constant taste of sand. In the distance I can hear my mom chewing out the stranger for almost shooting Charles with an illegal firework. I wonder briefly if this will be the year she finally calls the cops on someone. My thoughts are interrupted by Rachel beginning to whine about one thing or another. I resist smacking her or shouting at her shut up and try to focus on the fireworks far away above the pier. The smell of smoke becomes strong again, and I don’t even try to locate the source this time. There are too many people here to bother with moving away from it, anyway. It’s late and we’re exhausted when we get up to make the trek back to the house. I can smell the ever present smell of sunscreen still on me, but I’m too tired to care. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel clean again. Happy 4th of July to us.

*Disclaimer: This is supposed to be funny. I love my family, and I wouldn't trade those late, tiring nights for anything. :) I just needed a sensory filled memory that I felt like I could get a good amount written about.