I remember when I was a child – every summer my parents would take us to Atlantic City, NJ. Of course, that was when it was still a family-oriented vacation town. No Casinos, just a huge stretch of shimmering white sand with a boardwalk that seemed to go on forever.
In the early mornings we would rent bicycles before breakfast. I loved the feeling of that salty air hitting my face and blowing through my hair. I can still hear the cries of the seagulls as they soared above our heads. Of all the sights, smells and sounds; the roar of the ocean waves was by far my favorite.
Are We There Yet?
Each year, the trip from Maryland to the beach took about four hours. My dad would always drive. We all brought our pillows to catch a nap – Dad insisted that we leave around 5 a.m., so…
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