Curious city
I can call back picking tangy red loganberries and making jam. I can call back sitting at the kid’s table and drinking cider out of tiny champagne glasses.
Bethany Allison Fluetsch, Grade 8 Hailey It was beautiful with blue skies and warm, sandy beaches. My cousin Tommy and I ran into the turquoise waves, ready to bodysurf. My other cousins were close behind, trying to catch up. The waves pounded as the music of the surf filled my ears, along with the laughs of my sister. Today was the best beach day all week. But, ironically, it was also the second to last day of staying at the blue-gray beach house my grandparents rented in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Bethany Beach was the greatest beach town I had ever been to. With boardwalks that offered snow cones, frozen chocolate bananas, and golden fried cakes that smelled so delicious, but somehow you knew were terrible for you, I was in paradise. I remember playing Rock Band early in the morning before our parents were awake, to the sweet smells of the candy shop. Even though I only stayed in Bethany for a week, it was the most memorable few days I’ve ever lived.
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