Who wouldn't love to live at a heavenly place like this?
The last time I went to a beach was... last Raya. But that was short trips from one beach to another, sitting in the car and observing how much has changed since the last time we went. No picnic, no running around on the sand, definitely no fun. =(
Growing up in Kuantan, I was spoilt with nature's best gift - the beautiful beaches were only a short drive away. And my dad used to take us to Telok Chempedak every weekend. My sister and I would be busy collecting sea shells or 'durian kartun' - they're really the fruit of she-oak, or pokok ru. But because they look like tiny versions of durians, that's why we call them like that. I don't remember what happened to these things we collected, though, can't seem to recall seeing them at home afterwards. Maybe my mum threw them back at the beach? Oh well...
Durian kartun
One of the most memorable time at the beach was when I was really young, five or six. We had a family picnic with my grandparents and aunties and uncles and cousins. Boy, we had so much fun... until my uncle threw me into a pool of jellyfish! I still remember he asked if I'd like to see jellyfish. And, being a curious kid, I said 'sure!'. He carried me on his shoulder, because he said the jellyfish like to sting little kids. And if I got stung, it's going to be very itchy and soon I'll turn into a jellyfish. And sure enough, I trusted him. So when he threw me into the water, my instinct was to run. I dont' really remember what happened, all I can recall is running towards the beach, have water in my mouth, my lung pained. Then I saw my mum crying, I was in her arms. I must have fainted or something. No wait, I might have drowned a bit. Sheesh... Anyways, after that incident, I develop this fear of water. Up to this day.
But that doesn't make me scared of the beach though. I look forward to going to beaches - maybe the most excited person in the group!
Who's up for a weekend by the sea?
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