My first love, where have you gone

My first love is summer (the season not a girl named summer). As i sit in my dorm in Greenville, S.C. in mid January with the temperature fluctuating from thirty to fifty degrees, my mind drifts home to the beautiful shores of Myrtle Beach,S.C.. Myrtle Beach is rated the third largest vacation spot in the country. When the air begins to warm and the sun begins to shine a little longer and stronger, the city begins to come alive. The days get nicer and the streets get more crowded as people come from all over to my hometown for one reason or another whether searching for relaxation, parties, concerts, attractions, or just sitting on the beach with no plans. The temperature keeps rising till the ocean is nice and warm then the fun begins. Any time you get a spare minute all you have to do is call a friend and say "Let's hit the beach" and the plans begin you round up everyone and drive as fast as you can till the sand is under  your feet. The attitude of the city is laid back and relax because everyone is there to have a good time whether local or tourist. You can feel summer in the air and in the smiles of those around you as the whole city fills with a joy that spring is over and summer is here. A season filled with long days and late nights, friends, cars, music, board shorts, and bikinis that's my love.

"Oh No!, Those are Blue Lights"

The First time i was pulled over for speeding was a very exciting and intense experience. Me and some friends met up at a local fast food restaurant after work to just hang out and chill. We finished eating and decided to take the party to a friend's house only a few miles away. Me and another friend in his car pulled up to a red light and revved our engines, like dumb high school boys do. I rolled my window down and asked if he would like to race there, and he jumped at the offer. I then took off down a side road and he took the highway route to see which way was faster.The road i took was a small thirty mile per hour road. I accelerated to about sixty five miles per hour before coming to a sharp ten mile per hour turn. when I got to the turn i slowed down a little then power slid the turn and hopped right back on the clutch and then throttle. Little did i know that a police officer was following me from the red light but was to far back to see yet. I hit a half mile straight a way and got up to eighty five miles per hour before the cop was close enough to see with lights flashing in the distance as she caught up. She then proceeded to pull me over for going eighty five in a thirty five mile an hour zone. She continued to question and yell at me for my dangerous and reckless behavior. She decided to call my mother off my cell phone and ask that her and my step dad at the time come to the scene of the crime. My parents showed up and showed there emotions in the form of yelling and telling me how grounded and in trouble i was, so the officer let me go with a verbal warning. My punishment turned out to be 5 days with no car but at the time i was working seventy hours a week so i did not really mind.