Olivia, 11My feet sink into the warm sand. Leaving a trail of golden footprints across the beach. I watch the waves as the they grow up up up, before diving back into the shore. Seagulls swoop hoping for the odd tip bits left behind from family picnics on the beach front. I stand there looking out to sea. My feet felt fresh as the tide lapped over them, burying my feet in wet sand. It gave me a slimy sensation to walk across. I take a deep breath, the salty smell I will always love of the waves, drifts up my nose. My home, a place in my heart forever.