Blog Post #2

My favorite place to visit


    I could never remember the first time i went there. Very most likely with my Brother Bailey and my Grandmother when we were little kids. My Cousin was probably there to. We would have walked down the wood planks to that building of awesome we both loved. My brother uninterested would wait outside and spit off the rail into the sea while my Cousin and I stuck our fingers in every tank we could while the Adults were looking away, feeling the rough adult fish and squishing the baby ones under our fingers, or touching the fun things that suck up really fast when you touch them. Those were my favorite, I didn't know what they were but we would touch them and they would deplete and hold our fingers. I never realized till now that the works there would have known so easily as when we left all of them would be hiding... After that we would walk back down the worn planks and across the road to the beach and begin our way to china with the shoves that we brought. We never made it but it was really fun. We would make them close to the shore so when the water started coming up we had to make a wall to stop it from flooding. It was the most fun ever! And when a big ship went by and stirred up the waves even bigger we had to work our hardest to save our holes. We always lost but still it was awesome. While we did that for hours together my grandma would read one of her books and watch us. When she got bored of the she would make us walk with her down to light house about half a mile or so down the beach. We never got bored of digging holes and could spend hours doing it to this day but walking down to the light house was always fun to. On the way we would pick up shells or creatures we would find that washed up. The jellyfish never stung... but we didn't know why. The worst part about walking down the beach was that it meant it was time to go home soon, usually right when we got back to were we dug the holes. It always amazed us how fast the water could fill them with sand the waves constantly punishing the sand as they were almost always flat again when we came back with nothing but a small dip left where we put them.


    when we got older we where aloud to go into the bunkers alone and leave grandma behind. Sometimes we were camping there and could be gone for hours. we would go up there and find every room every little secret and climb around all over it. But it wasn't till we were older we were big enough to break the locks off the doors with big rocks and get into the locked rooms....  Last time i made a visit we went on a bike ride to the light house and back up the hill to the "upper bunkers" its my favorite place to this day and it probably always will be.