Heading South for the Spring | My Family Travels
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      “Welcome to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina!” I don’t think anyone could have said it any better. Something about the south always intrigued me. Maybe it was how people spoke slow or always had something to offer. It could have even been the fact that this place was a milestone in my childhood, a time capsule of memories just waiting to be revisited. Everything about being a kid was just waiting to be uncovered by experienced and weathered teenage eyes. Whatever it was, it was out there waiting for me to capture it.
      It started like any ordinary vacation, minus my younger sister. We always would scan the area together, but I was alone this time. I ran out to the balcony of our penthouse room. The picturesque city scene just left me breathless. The lights, the waves and the excitement just couldn’t be captured by my three inch screen. I wish she could have seen what I saw. The area was so new, nothing like I remember. The adventurous side of me just begged to be satisfied. The beach was a nice start, so Grandma and I headed eastward. 
     
For mid-April, the water was awfully cold, but the warm sand was really comforting. Kids squealed all around us. We embraced the surroundings; it isn’t too often that my family goes to the beach. The time I spent with her on that beach made me realize that she was really one of my most reliable and trustworthy friends. Seeing her glow with laughter is one thing I have tucked into my memory box forever.
     
The next day, my Dad and I decided to use our tickets to the Ripley’s Aquarium. I was somewhat skeptical about going to see fish. It just seemed so boring. However, I always manage to surprise myself in the strangest ways. My Dad and I rarely spent time alone together. He was always working or trying to catch up on sleep. I yearned to spend time with him and this was my chance. We took silly pictures with my camera of us pointing to assorted fish and sharks. They swam right above our heads as we walked through the tunnel. By the end of the museum, we were gasping for air from laughing so hard. I couldn’t believe my father had a side that wasn’t all about work. He was quite a fun guy. After that day, we’ve made a lot more time for each other to just go places and be father and daughter. 
     
For dinner one night, we spent the little extra money to go to a Hard Rock café. I had never been to one before, let alone knew what one was in the first place. I was stunned when I walked in to the Egyptian-themed restaurant. There were rock icons everywhere and I was excited to recognize a few. The food was from Heaven and I could have sworn that the milkshake was straight from the cow. At one point, we walked around to look at all of the photos and artifacts on the wall. By the end of the tour, I had received an A+ in rock education.
     
This vacation was quite an experience. Although many of my childhood memories were renovated and torn down, there were new gems of time that were discovered. The remains of the pavilion still saddened me, but with every end, there is always a new beginning. Life seemed to fit together that way for us. We all unearthed the love and happiness we shared as a family, right on the shores of Myrtle Beach.

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