Changes With the Time (Assignment #3)

I love the summer, i love the beach, i love surfing. My name is Joe and i'm from Santa Monica and i grew up living in the beach since i was 5 years old. I always loved to help to organize the events, to mantain the beach clean and to cooperate with everything. Something awsome is that all what i did, disappeared, as fast as an adolescent crashes his dad car.

I also was named the Beachking, just because it was my home. When i grew up, at my 19 years, my dad told me that i was my time to leave Santa Monica, and to move to New York. Supposedly, i was going to study on the NY University, and i did it. All that time i didnt have the opportunity to go to my home, to Santa Monica. I had the hope that when i get back, it will be the same thing, as i just left it.

The moment of arriving to the beach came, i just take an airplane and it looked the same. Only my cousin was to receive me, and i asked why he only recieved me, and he said to me that my family was ashamed at what i was going to see and because of it nobody wanted to appear. I was scared, asking myself... What happened?

Then i just wanted to go to the beach, i told my cousin to leave me on the street and he just lef. I walked down to the beach and my surprise was that... there was no beach, ...i mean it was, but, no sand, no more people, just rocks and dirty water.
I asked myself again... what happened here? why is this so ugly?

Disappointed, i just walked to my home, my family had made me a party, everyone said hello, but i was just sad. I felt like if i had missed a part of my body, my arm or a leg. Then i asked them about what happened and they told me that Daniel Trump bought the beach and the city. And i asked them that why they just left him to do that, to finish with the beach, and they just answered me, that, the beach was old, and I was the only one that really matter for the beach.

So I got mad, all those years i spent on NY, thinking about surf and my house, all that hope, just get destroyed.

At last, i might say that 4 years have passed, and i have been going to the beach all the weekends, trying to extract all the garbage by myself, just with the fact of wanting to recover my sport and my life, since without the beach, I am not at all and feel as if I had never had either infancy or life.