My family and I leave tomorrow for a week in Ocean City, Maryland.
I am super excited. I absolutely love the beach, which is kind of odd I guess, since I can’t really do anything on the actual beach. My dad bought a special manual wheelchair for on the sand, so I sit in that, get pushed by someone to wherever we setup our towels and stuff in the sand, and I basically just chill there watching my brother play in the ocean. I would be lying if told you I am completely content just watching everyone else in the ocean, but I have been an observer my entire life, and I honestly enjoy it. I can go in the ocean if someone holds me, but that is kind of extremely difficult for whoever is holding me because of the waves, not to mention really embarrassing (I know I need to get over it, but let your mom or dad carry you like a baby down to the ocean and dunk you in the ocean and you’ll understand why it’s embarrassing).
When I get bored watching everyone in the ocean, I like to lie out on a towel to tan my sexy body. I used to not even take my shirt off at the beach, but I have given up the mindset that girls will come up and talk to me just because my shirt is on. I figure, if my body repulses people, those people aren’t meant to be my friends anyway.
We always make sure that our hotel or condo has a pool because that is where I have the most fun at the beach. I can’t swim by myself, but my dad carries me into the pool, which works out great. I tell my dad to put me under the water, and when he sees bubbles, he knows that’s the signal that I am running out of oxygen. He also throws me away from his body sometimes, and walks over to pull me up before I drown. I love being underwater because gravity is not working so hard against me and I can move my limbs much more freely than when I’m in my chair. It’s always hilarious to see the terrified facial expressions on the other people at the pool as they watch a severely disabled kid get carried into the pool and then thrown from his carrier’s hands.
I also really enjoy the boardwalk and eating out at restaurants and just spending time with the family. It’s going to be awesome. I don’t really have a conclusion.
(Also, I’m going to put the link for my dad’s book on here one more time later tonight. Feel free to rape the reblog button.)