I was a kid who lived for and on the beach and therefore time at the beach means more to me than anything else. My experiences and time spent on the beach have given me some of my greatest memories. My beach presented me with a calm and relaxing mood all in one great place. E. B. White in his essay â€œOnce More To The Lakeâ€ describes the â€œpeace and goodness and jollityâ€ of his summer home that served for his greatest memories. The beach was the one place that regardless of what happened in life or in the world the waves kept a consistent rhythm that helped me to relax. Many of my happiest childhood memories occurred at the beach.
I was very fortunate to grow up in Seacoast Towers in Brighton Beach in an apartment facing the water. Across the street was a unique place called Brighton Beach Baths, which was fifty feet from the ocean. This was a self-contained, fifteen-acre Beach Club paradise for children and adults. E. B. White in â€œOnce More To The Lakeâ€ described memories of his paradise and how having had those memories improved his life. â€œThe Bathsâ€ offered facilities for every sport imaginable, a theater for concerts, the biggest salt-water pool in the world and a food concession with an overtone of Jewish flavor. Children had the freedom to play, roam and explore in a safe environment at Brighton Beach Baths. The sense of security and safety at â€œThe Bathsâ€ contrasted the need for the extensive security precautions taken in todayâ€™s ever changing world. I was introduced to this atmosphere when I was two days old. My mom and other families would bundle the kids and spend hours upon hours walking the boardwalk in the sea air. My earliest pictures are at three months of me swimming with floaties in the kiddy pool before I could even walk. What a smile I had on my face in that picture. My daily walks on the boardwalk left me with the smell of the beach emb