My First Trip to the Beach

About three weeks ago, Jeremiah’s parents had surprised him with some news. They were taking him to the beach. He was excited and couldn’t wait to tell all of his friends at school.

Soon enough, the Friday afternoon arrived, and Jeremiah, his sister, parents, and nanny loaded into the car and set out for the long drive to Destin, Florida. The DVD player grew old rather quick. A nap was sure to allow Jeremiah to get closer to Florida without growing too sick of the car.

When he awoke, it was time to stop for dinner. He exited the car, exciting to stretch his legs. “Come on, Jeremiah,” exclaimed his nanny. He was glad that she had been able to come to the beach. This was going to be her first real view of the ocean too.

After a quick fast food meal, the family piled back into the car.

Almost too tired to even think about the peaceful sound nearby, the family arrived at their condo. Heading straight to bed, Jeremiah knew that the beach would be his to explore in a few hours.

He stretched out his small frame across the twin-sized bed and soon gave way to sleep. Hearing his dad outside on the balcony, he awoke only a few hours later. When he finally saw the view in the daylight, he was in awe. Beautiful green waters lay off in the distance. It seemed to go on and on, as far as his eye could see. The sand didn’t look like sand at all, but was instead reminded him of snow.

“Wanna go for a walk,” asked his dad.

Jeremiah smiled, “Yes!” Running back inside, he threw his shoes on. His dad said that he didn’t really want to try to wear those in the soft, grainy sand. He dressed himself, and then off they went.

“What’s this?”

“It is a sand dune to keep the property safe,” his dad replied.

“Oh, okay…”

Jeremiah and his dad walked along the ocean’s edge. There were few words spoken, but the look on their faces gave truth to their feelings of happiness, walking along the beautiful water’s edge.

Who is the narrator in this story?