The first time I went to Hunting Island in South Carolina I knew that this was just the kind of vactaion I would always adore. The sun was warm on my face, and bright enough to make me squint. I would have been fine without sunglasses, but the tan-white sand reflected the brilliance into my eyes, so I put them on. It glared on the water, creating sparkling pathways of diamonds. The sky and the ocean were so blue it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the heavens began. It was so serene. The waves crashing against the shore were soothing-whispering the secrets of the deep to me-almost as if I had my ear pressed up against a giant seashell. Finish this paragraph. The cool breeze blew off the water, bringing with a strong but not