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Beach Please! My First Visit to the Beach

July 31, 2020

It is no secret that some of my favourite memories of growing up took place while at my grandma's house. We're already a month into summer and I thought it was a great time to share a summer memory. For as long as I can remember I've always loved the beach. This was before I ever even went to the beach. Based on what I saw on TV I could tell the beach would be one of my favourite places. Turns out I was right. There's just something about the powdery sand beneath my toes and the cool azure waters lapping against the shore. Trust me when I say Jamaica is not short of beautiful, white-sand beaches. In today's post, I will be sharing the story of my first visit to the beach.

“Advice from the Ocean: Be shore of yourself. Come out of your shell. Take time to coast. Avoid pier pressure. Sea life’s beauty. Don’t get so tide down on work that you miss out on life’s beautiful waves.” – Unknown

7 Mile Beach, Negril

Summertime in the Country

Last Christmas I wrote a post about my favourite Christmas memory. In that post, I mentioned that it was common for us (my siblings and I) as kids to spend the summer holidays at grandma's house in St. Ann. If you haven't read that post yet feel free to read it here. Summers spent in St. Ann were delightful times. I vividly remember waking up to a crisp morning air. This often forced us to put on a sweater which we then discarded once the sun was high enough. We could also look forward to having a cup of freshly scalded milk with or after breakfast. My uncle had several cows and he would take fresh milk to the house after going to 'cow bush'.

A few of my cousins lived close, so we had company to ramp (play) with. We would ramp from morning until Grandma called us to go take dirt off our skins. This was her way of telling us to go have a bath. The ramping, of course, took place after the morning chores. Grandma like most Jamaican or dare I say Caribbean grandmothers were strict on kids where chores were concerned. They spoilt us, but no amount of spoiling could save you from doing your daily chores.

Cardiff Hall Beach, St. Ann

A Pleasant Surprise

St. Ann has some beautiful beaches and residing in St. Ann meant my cousins visited the beach on numerous occasions. They would excitedly describe the experience and tell us how many seashells they found. My sister and I would listen intently with maybe just a tiny hint of jealousy. This particular year we arrived for holiday a few days after their visit to the beach. We were disappointed with this news, but we relished the stories regardless. A few days after our arrival we got up, had breakfast, and did our chores as usual. While we were lazing around my aunt stopped by and told us she was taking us to the beach. Ecstatic doesn't even begin to describe how we felt that day. My sister and I were over the moon.

We quickly got ready, forgetting one important detail. Neither of us had bathing suits. It took a while to figure out what we would wear in the water. After much deliberation, it was decided that a t-shirt and tights (biker shorts) would work perfectly. This was much to my delight as my grandmother was ready to lone me a pair of Spanx to swim in. I didn't know what they were at the time, but I also didn't want to say no to Grandma. Luckily, my aunt disagreed 😅. Once we were packed and ready, we were off.

Doctor's Cave Beach, Montego Bay

Getting There

We went to Puerto Seco Beach in Discovery Bay. I don't remember the length of the journey, however, it was two bus rides away. It wasn’t long before we got a bus from Grandma's gate. From there we went to Brown's Town in order to get a bus to Discovery Bay. We stopped in Brown's Town and got patties and juices for the journey. No food was allowed on the beach and so we had our lunch on the way. I've always enjoyed road trips and this one was special because it was our first trip to the beach. At a particular point, we could see the sea while on the bus and this made us very excited. I was mesmerized by how blue the water appeared, it was even more beautiful than I could imagine. The depiction of the sea on-screen paled in comparison to what my eyes beheld.

At the Beach

We arrived at the beach still buzzing from the picturesque views on the way. The beach up close did not disappoint. Looking out on the horizon we saw nothing but blue. I could barely tell where the sky ended and the sea began. The water seemed more turquoise closer to the shore and farther out it reflected a deeper, almost cobalt blue. We were excited to take a dip. Our aunt paid the entrance fee and we immediately got changed. The sand felt soft and warm beneath my feet as we searched for a spot to put our things. We found a good spot beside some tourists. The beach was bustling with people but it wasn't crowded.

The time came for us to go into the water. My sister and I stood at the edge and allowed the waves to greet our toes. We then waded a little further holding our aunt's hand. She made sure we stayed close to the shore. The sea was calm, and the waves were gentle. Since we were close to the shore we bounced with each wave. Our aunt tried teaching us how to float. This proved difficult because we were too afraid to relax with the water constantly covering our heads. It took us years to finally learn how to float. I think it happened in 2016. We spent the rest of the day jumping over the waves, playing in the sand, and watching people dive from a nearby pier. There were some swings close to the bar area and I think we also played on those for a while.

Puerto Seco Beach, St. Ann

Wrapping Up

After a day well spent, we headed home tired and delirious. We may have slept on the bus on the way home. When we got back to grandma's house, we couldn't contain ourselves. They wanted the details and we told them everything. My sis and I were grateful our aunt took us to the beach. Suffice to say that was the best summer we ever had at that time. We went to bed happy and I could actually feel the waves pulling me as I drifted off to sleep. About a week or two later we got to share our experience with our parents. Every summer spent in St. Ann after that we got to visit the beach. By then our younger brothers could also join the fun. The Puerto Seco Beach was recently refurbished and looks nothing like it did when I visited the first time. It remains one of my favourite beaches. You can read more about it here.

“B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have.“ – Unknown

Do you remember your first visit to the beach? Tell me about it in the comments.

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20 Comments

  • Reply Hailey August 3, 2020 at 7:09 am

    How beautiful! The beach is hands down my favorite place to be!

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 10:40 am

      Same here, I just love the beach!

    • Reply kimberlie August 4, 2020 at 7:05 am

      This made me tear up. My mom is from St. Ann and I love holidays spent visiting there. I hadn’t thought of Porto Seco Beach in ages. Thanks for the trip.

  • Reply Alexandra August 3, 2020 at 7:11 am

    Thanks for sharing, and nice pictures!
    My first time to the beach was probably in Trouville, Normandy – France, in our family house too. Definitely not as paradisiac as yours!

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 10:41 am

      Wow! I would love to have a home near the beach. Maybe then I would be an amazing swimmer.

  • Reply Denise & Ryne August 3, 2020 at 7:29 am

    Thank you for sharing your experience. Wonderful post!

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 10:47 am

      Thanks so much for reading!

  • Reply Adrienne August 3, 2020 at 7:43 am

    Awesome story! I’m 37 and I cannot remember my first trip to the beach but I do know that I’m in love with it. The beach is my home away from home <3

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 10:53 am

      That’s fine, it just means you’ve been to the beach too often to remember the first trip.Thanks for reading!

  • Reply Mandie August 3, 2020 at 8:07 am

    I remember my first trip to the beach. It was wonderful. Hubby and I loved the beach so much after vaca that we moved here!

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 11:36 am

      Living by the beach must be amazing! Thanks for reading!

  • Reply Alison August 3, 2020 at 10:14 am

    Such a great story. Spanx as swimwear — Gotta love grandmas 🙂 Thanks for sharing a little of your past.

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 8:54 pm

      Lol ikr…thanks for reading!

  • Reply The Cheetah Buzz August 3, 2020 at 10:36 am

    Something about the beach is so nostalgic to me. It has a special place in my heart. Though I cannot swim, I like to wade my feet in the water and enjoy the sandy breeze. – Josie xxx

    • Reply Kimberley August 3, 2020 at 9:03 pm

      Lol I can’t swim either, I recently learned to float but I love the beach regardless.

  • Reply Hailey August 5, 2020 at 6:48 am

    Sounds like you had an amazing time! I don’t remember my first beach trip because it was years and years ago. I live and grew up at the beach.

    • Reply Kimberley August 5, 2020 at 8:13 pm

      It was great, growing up at the beach must have been amazing.

  • Reply Stella August 5, 2020 at 7:41 am

    I feel like I was right there with you. I don’t remember my first beach visit, but I do know that I love going there because it is by far my favorite place to be – any sea, any ocean,… any river even! It is water that makes all the difference.

    • Reply Kimberley August 5, 2020 at 8:13 pm

      Same here, though I haven’t really been to a lot of rivers.

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