(This is my Paragraph and Sway on my experiences at the English Bay Fireworks.)

English Bay Fireworks Paragraph

The air was like a hair dryer blowing at your face, the heat was pouring in strong and fast; The waves crashing over themselves as if they were trying to win a race that never ends, and the constant giggles and conversations amongst the thousands of people who had shown up to the one event myself and a couple of other friends had been waiting for, the fireworks at English Bay. To get to English Bay there was a long journey ahead; We first approach the newly designed sky train station with our cards as we buzzed through the security sensors, almost sounding like a monotone song. We wait patiently for the next train to come down the long and winding railway to take us to the event. As soon as the train reached the station we board the long and newer looking sky train. The loud screeches from the metal below us intensifies inside a tunnel that seems like forever, until we reached the end where my ears pop as a result from the caving in sounds of the cement walls surrounding the train. One by one we exit the train into the mid- summer breeze with hundreds of people rushing to different places to tell different stories. We move up the escalator to the next train, straight to Waterfront station, where we would bus to the beach and hopefully find a spot to sit on this popular day. We finally make it to the beach and as I noticed, I feel a drizzle of sweat carefully spill down my forehead, at this point I was ready to sit down, rest and eat. We find the perfect spot to settle near the concrete sidewalk where hundreds have walked down, right on the grass just before the sand meets the cement. As the day dies, the temperature slowly but gradually loses its warm feeling, and by this time we all have a strong ache for food; We look for food to satisfy our hunger, and finally we find a hot dog stand in a wave of people. We make our way to the stand barely holding ourselves up properly and finally order our food. As we walk down the long cement trail, we watch the sun rest on the ocean with the surrounding sounds of seagulls laughing and the ocean swiftly moving across the wet sand. The rough scent of cigarette smoke hits my nose in a familiar way, I often find that when I go to any public event, the distinguished smell of cigarettes is always in the air, which always leads me to a time and place where the exact brand of cancer stick was being lit in the past. We get back to the blanket spread out raggedly but good enough to fit the three of us all together; We relax as we wait for the show to begin. The sky turns from a mesmerizing pink and orange to a pitch-black aura, allowing the stars that were hiding to come out and play along the horizon. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see a light in the sky shooting up at an incredibly fast pace, only to erupt in a crisp bang, that startles the humongous crowd of diversified people whom all clap and cheer for the show to begin. Turns out this was the warm up call to lure everyone to the endless edge of the beach. Momentarily after the first couple of fireworks, the crowd is introduced to a magical set of lights displayed along the sky leaving us in awe. The significant cracks of colour and variety of designs makes the show seem like a dream, we can’t seem to stop being shocked by the technological aspects of the way they put together this astonishing work of art. As the show concludes, we pack our bags up and head off into the overflowing streets of Vancouver. The night was nowhere near from being over, I had a reoccurring thought that I had to sky train back home as well; The time had to have been 12 AM by the time we got to the bus stop, unfortunately the bus we had been waiting for was jam packed with people with the same idea as us, which forced us to walk to the sky train station instead. The walk was long but gave us a chance to see Vancouver at its prettiest. There were lights hung up everywhere with the dullness of the night allowing them to glimmer in the witching hour. Sounds of people laughing in the distance as we passed by bars and seeing them cheer for whatever reason set some sort of mood for me as we low-key rushed to the train. We arrived at the Station by 12:50 AM and took us until 2 to get home, I could feel my drowsy eye lids drooping on me by the time I got off the train. I was so thankful for my friends for coming along to make memories I will always remember vividly; In conclusion, that was hands down one of the best days of my life and I will never forget a single detail from the experiences I had at English Bay.

Life is About Experiences
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3 thoughts on “Life is About Experiences

  • September 15, 2017 at 8:24 pm
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    Great job but where was the invite

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  • September 15, 2017 at 8:24 pm
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    Love the photos

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  • October 2, 2017 at 6:30 pm
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    What a vivid presentation! Great job Julia!

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