Once school ended back in sixth grade, summer began for me with high expectations. I was looking forward to going to the beach. every summer, starting back when I was born, my family and I go to St. George Island in Florida. It is located off the coast from the city of Apalachicola. The island is three miles long and only about a mile wide. The houses on the island are rentable most of the time. We usually go there at about the third of fourth week of July. I love going to the beach and this island has a great, white beach. The waters that surround the island are warm and filled with bunches of fish. Getting back to the summer before seventh grade, the couple of days before we left for the beach we had to get all of our supplies. My dad was stressikng out, as he always does, about all the stuff he has to get. My mom was busy getting the food together and planning all the meals for the next week while my brother and I were busy getting our clothes packed up. We left for the beach sunday morning. The trip lasted for about seven hours. We traveled with my grandparents who came and stayed with us. my Aunt and Uncle also came to lodge for a couple of days. When we finally got there we unpacked and got settled. For the next couple of days, everybody relaxed and did whatever they wanted to. I usually went down to the beach in the morning with my mom and brother. This particular year, I got a bad case of sunburn on my back. That was the first time i can remember getting sunburn. For some reason, that year my dad, brother, and i caught a whole bunch of fish. We got shraks, eeles, and other strange things. I have to say, that summer at the beach is a week I will remember for years to come.