When I was about twelve years old I went to a place called Texada Island with a friend that I am still friends with to this day. I went with her whole family. They went every year. I don't know why I got invited but I came from a family who never went on holidays, never camped, and so this was such a special experience. We were camping right by the ocean. At the time I lived on an island but did not get to spend much time right by the ocean. The first night I remember laying in my sleeping bag on the ground and hearing this pounding noise. It took me a while to realize it was the waves pounding on the shore! The sound was so soothing and rhythmic and loud. I fell asleep to it. The first few days had beautiful weather. We went to a quarry that was stunning in its beauty. We had to hike in and then climb down into it. The water was such an amazing color. I was struck by the beauty and never forgot it. Now you cannot access this quarry as it is on private property and access had been denied. I am so thankful I was blessed with the beauty. I remember swimming in the cold ocean and eating smores by the fire. I remember that I got to go camping for one of the first times in my life. The rain came quite quickly after we arrived and poured so hard that it was coming into the tent. All of us kids had to be sent home early and the parents stayed a few days on their own. My camping experience was cut short but it provided memories that lasted a life time. I have often longed to once again be back in a tent listening to the waves pound on the shore.
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