Personal Narrative: My Visit To Pleasure Pier

When I was about fourteen years old my mother, sister, and I started going to Pleasure Pier in Galveston, Texas. It was and has since been the most tranquil place I have ever been to. After the first year of visiting one spring break my mother decided that it would be our own family tradition. It was the perfect time to go, due to the weather. The wind was slight, just enough to keep you cool, the sky was scattered with clouds to block out the heat from the sun, and the waves were gently splashing against the shore. The first time we went it was to visit the carnival they were having. It was along the pier and had multiple amusement rides, and was wonderfully colorful. They had large walkways that went into the ocean and were made of thick, rectangular, boulders. There are spaces in between where you can see the water coming through. Standing on the sand, looking out at the ocean, I remember feeling so peaceful and at home that I never wanted to leave. The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Pleasure Pier is the carnival since it was the first thing I went to when I first visited Galveston. I can remember how bright and

This for me was the best part since I have always loved how the sand feels when it squishes between your feet and the calming sound of the waves hitting the beach. The weather was so perfect; there was a slight breeze and the slightly darkened clouds blocked out the sun so the temperature was cooler than you would expect for a day at the beach but, not cold enough that you’d need a sweater. We would walk on the discolored red and brown, rectangular boulders that go out into the ocean in a long walkway. They had spaces between the so that when we looked down we saw the water rising and falling. All I could smell wherever I went was the saltiness of the sea and the surrounding sea food restaurants. It wasn’t an overwhelming fishy smell but, more of a sea salt