One day I was walking along the Brewers Bay beach when I heard some kids laughing and splashing in the water. I looked around and smiled, and I 
remembered when I was their age. I was about 6 or 7, and my family and I had just sailed from New Zealand to Fiji to seek adventure. While I knew we were going to have fun, I didn’t realise it would be the best time of our lives. Fiji was beautiful. The water was light blue and crystal clear. The coral was every colour of the rainbow and so were the fish.
As time moved on, I learned more skills. My favourite was the freediving. As I dived down, I would witness all the wonderful things in the ocean. Every now and then a fish would swim by, its scales shining in the glimmering water. As I swam along, I watched the light dance across the ocean floor.
As we soared over the ocean with the other seabirds, I felt the wind in my hair and tasted the salty sea air. I looked out and saw dolphins gliding with ease across the ocean surface. They moved to the bow, and I knew for sure they were in for a feast, and nothing more. As they swam on the hunt, I watched in awe at their teamwork and couldn’t help but feel they worked together better than humans do.
‘The Perfect Wave’
The waves were like nothing I had ever seen. They were playful. They were smooth. They were magnificent. As I jumped off the dinghy into the ocean, I felt a mixture of fear and excitement listening to the waves crashing on the beach. I paddled towards the waves and sat on my board to wait for the perfect wave. Minutes passed, although it felt like hours, but finally I saw it. The Perfect Wave.
I paddled for it with all my strength. I caught it. As I soared down the wave, with my heart in my throat, I felt like nothing could stop me. Like I was invincible. I felt like I was a dolphin, swimming with the octopus, the sharks, the coral and the whales. When the wave melted away, I jumped off my board in bliss.
Right then I felt a bump on my head. I jumped about three feet in the air. I blinked and suddenly I was back on the beach with the kids and the breeze within reach. There was a ball beside me and a kid was running up to me.
“Sorry, Ivy,” she said.
“That’s okay,” I replied “I’d better get going, I don’t want to be late for school! See you later.”
I walked off into the distance with a smile on my face and that taste of the salty sea air still on my lips.
Now, I don’t know what your idea of a long story short is, but this is mine. A long story short in even shorter words: So far, my life has been great, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.