Bay of Plenty/Coromandel
Miller, 10The smooth, crunchy sand was scorched in the burning sun, the wild wind wailed and tossed my hair about in a frenzy. The sound of laughter and music was barely heard over the sound of thrashing foamy waves, crashing and destroying any sand castle. Looking from left to right there is nothing except two large mountains covered in shrubbery, kids and families, the smell of fresh fruit, crisps, creamy donuts and croissants covered in chocolate. I squinted to the dissident island. Pauanui is where my family bach is, my mum and dad had their honeymoon there and I have a lot of fond memories.