I hear the beach calling me

Jul. 19, 2013 @ 05:00 AM

I can hear it calling my name. I can smell the salt in the air and feel the waves. That’s right, I have beach fever.

It started when my friend Katie took a vacation and sent me pictures of her tan. And then there was Hannah who sent me pictures of herself enjoying the sun. And then my need for it was heightened when our Sports Editor Travis also headed to the coast and rubbed it in by sending me more pictures.

I have great friends don’t I?

Every year at about this time I start yearning to put my toes in the water. There’s something about the beach that makes you forget all of your troubles as you lay on that towel soaking up the sun. Stress from work or the latest drama in your life just doesn’t seem to matter while you’re there.

When I was little, we went on beach trips with the entire Kidd family. The cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles piled into one house for the week. One time we even stayed at a house named “The Purple People Eater.” As a child, I thought that was super exciting.

I wasn’t the most well-behaved child on the beach. My momma tells me that I hated sand and on one trip when the wind was blowing more than usual, I got sand in my eyes. She said I screamed and whined like it was the end of the world. I mean why must sand get on everything anyway?

Daddy would always make sandcastles with wet sand. They are way better than normal sand castles because you just have to drip the sand out of your hand and you have a pretty cool looking drizzle castle, as I like to call it.

But then there is the problem of the tide destroying your masterpiece as it comes in. We always liked to dig moats around our castles to give the water somewhere to go and they helped us keep up our water supply to make more castles.

One year we went to the beach with my momma’s side of the family and my Uncle Rodney dug a huge hole and buried Andrew up to his head in it. We still have those cute pictures.

And then there was the year we got the giant alligator float. Andrew and I could both sit on it and as momma held on to its tail, we enjoyed riding the waves.

As I got older I got lazier and found myself being one of those girls that just lays on her beach towel, trying to catch some sun. I’m a pretty pale person, so every time I even think about stepping out into the sun my momma is chasing me with sunscreen. But even with the 50 strength sunscreen I always manage to burn.

While roasting in the sun, my daddy and I like to people watch. You can see all kinds of characters on the beach and it is very entertaining. You see people of all shapes, sizes and outfits. And some of those outfits and bathing suits should never see the light of day.

Some of my favorite people to watch are the runners. They always look so hot and miserable and I wonder why they would put themselves through it. Then again, I don’t run unless someone is chasing me. I’ve always told people that if they see me running, then they should know something is wrong.

And then there is that poor girl that is always pushing the frozen lemonade truck. You know she gets a workout doing that.

My family usually vacations in Myrtle Beach and there is always something to do. I love all of the restaurants, shows and shopping. I’m one of those people that has a hard time sitting still when I’m in an exciting place, so that beach is perfect for me and keeps me entertained. There’s Barefoot Landing, Broadway at the Beach and The Tanger Outlets.

When we were young we went to the Dixie Stampede to see all of those horses. That eventually closed and became Pirate’s Voyage, which I’ve also been to, but I kept that plastic cowboy boot cup that the parents bought for me during the stampede show forever.

I’ve also been to the Medieval Times dinner show three times, twice with the family and once with a friend. Eric was really into knights when he was young so we had to take him. He loved every minute of the jousting and sword fighting.

The last time we went to the beach as a family was two summers ago. During that trip, we played a family game of wiffle ball. Eric, who is the only young and athletic one in the family, was happy to run around our imaginary bases in the sun. The rest of us were not as excited about it. I believe we decided that if you hit it a certain distance you automatically were given a home run.

I do love family beach vacations, even though we often fight about what to eat, when to go to the pool or what time to wake up, I still look forward to them.

Yep, I hear the beach calling and I just might have to answer that call soon. And when I go, I’m going to send my friends as many pictures of the ocean as possible to rub it in.