Emma, 11As we drive along the twisty road I admire the crystal clear waves crashing down on the diamond sparkling sand. When we hop out of the car I grab the overly packed chilly bin with all the food and drinks you could imagine and mum's new beach tent. We lug everything down to our favorite spot and set up the tent. As we unpack the food, we realise that dad forgot to bring the matches for the portable gas fire yet again. I scan the beach, and all I see is the the gold sand glissing in the sun and the trees swaying in the warm breeze. The whole beach is isolated except for my family of four.