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... Boardwalk, bikini-clad girls, tattooed body builders, amusement centers, roller coasters, and best of all, miles of beach. ... School was the furthest thing from my mind, although by Summer’s end, it was not too far off. ... For reasons I still cannot fully explain, everyone wanted to buy one of these worthless pieces of junk; perhaps for the reason that it would enable them to hold on to a small piece of nostalgia even long after the Summer ended. ... In that honky-tonk, lazy Summer atmosphere, small time thievery was acceptable and even enjoyable, for both sides of the transaction.
Crossing the road in front of our beach front set of rooms, one climbed eight rickety steps to get onto the boardwalk. ...
And, the memories of that endless sandy beach. ... The ocean water was, at least in my view, much too cold for swimming so my brothers and I would engage in endless games of beach, touch football which usually degenerated into a fist fight about someone’s blunder or misplay. ... To my older brother, getting serious about beach football spoiled its innate beauty. ... Aside from the feast of sights, the delectable smells, the delicious feelings of adventure and the abject freedom, I recall a delightful sense of triumph, because at beach football, I won all the games.
Approximate Word count = 936
Approximate Pages = 3.7
(250 words per page double spaced)
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