My first time I saw the sea when I was seven years old.
My parents have a few months to prepare for the trip, and each time they struck up a conversation on the subject, their faces lit up with happiness. Dad could spend hours talking to me about the sea, about what it is big, beautiful, beautiful. I have carefully listened to it and it seemed to me that everything I know about the sea, the more I’ve seen it many times on TV.
I was anxious to go on a trip, because the first time we went to rest the whole family. Two weeks mum and dad will be there with me, they will not have to go to work.
And the long-awaited day of departure arrived. We have a very long time went by train and arrived in the city of Simferopol. To my surprise there was no sea, but Dad explained that it is very close and very soon I will see him.
We got into the taxi, and it sped us on the hot sun highway. When we checked out of the city, the road began to climb the snake up and up into the mountains. As soon as we moved through the mountain pass, it seemed the sea.
I clung to the window and stared spellbound afraid to blink, because I thought if I close my eyes, then perfect vision disappears.
The sea was great and some magic blue. Nothing more beautiful than I’ve ever seen! Solar rays shimmered in waves, whitecaps, and this view was still fabulous. I really wanted to touch it and make sure it’s real.
When they reached the boarding house, we left things in the room and rushed towards the sea.
And here I am standing on the shore, the cool waves caress my feet. I’m trying to look to cover boundless sea, and the feeling of unprecedented joy overwhelms me.