Part one of term paper
I run down the boardwalk, not worrying about getting splinters in my tender feet. Every ten or fifteen feet I stop, sometimes to smell the salty sea air, but mostly to wait for my parents who plod along behind carrying chairs, coolers, and other beach paraphernalia. I yell back to them to hurry, and they reply that I can run ahead and find ...

Part two of term paper
... the water seems to be a mile away. Again I look out to the ocean which seems to stretch for days in all directions. I am determined to reach it, no matter what sacrifices I must make. I step forward again testing the sand, still white hot. I pull my courage from the corners of my being and make a run for it. This isn't so bad if I run really fast. The wind blows in my face, bringing with it that smell, almost a taste of the ocean. It seems to be a combination of fish, salt, people, and w ...