Have you ever had a sandy beach day? My family and I traveled to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida from Illinois. We had been there before. It was a really hot day and a perfect one to go swimming in the ocean or in the pool, but we went to the beach instead. So me, pop, dad, mom, Aunt Amy, Uncle Corey, Bellamy, and Logan all got our bathing suits on, put on sunscreen, grabbed a few toys, some snacks, and we were quickly out the door of our beach house. Our sandals crunched against the dry, brown ground. Finally, we reached the wooden floorboard. I slipped my bright turquoise sandals off and headed down the steps. Among all of us, Cole was the most excited. I could feel the warm sand ooze in between my toes. I walked down the relaxing beach, slowly admiring its beauty. I sat down on the foamy shore and immediately started to search for shells. Pop! The tiny white teeth popped up one by one. The cool waves splashed up against me as if they were gently giving me a hug. Not long after I had collected a lot of shells, I went back up to the beach and started to work on a flat dome of sand. When I finished, I asked my dad to go boogie boarding. I got pushed underwater a lot, but it was amazing. My day was filled with fun!