Meg, 13The air is crisp with the scent of salt. You feel relaxed, yet you've only been here for mere seconds. The harbour. The place you associate with so many happy memories from your childhood. As soon as you arrive you run to the edge of the bank, looking over the deep bluey-green water, trying to spot some form of life swimming there. Taking a step back to admire the view, you suddenly notice how cold it is. You rush back to the car to grab your jacket and sigh as the warmth wraps its invisible arms around you. This is truly the most wonderful place in your world.