Story Card

Final - Special place

After a week of nothing but stress, the only place that seems to make it all go away is Sandys. Waking up at 6 in the morning, riding toward the east side of the island or the "country part of the island". The ride feels like forever but when I arrive, I see the nice glassy waves and a chilly morning breeze glides across my skin. The sun is just slightly peaking over the mountain and I wait patiently for the perfect time to go in. I see the set of waves is over, the water has white foam on the surface of it, as if someone sprayed whip cream all over. I put on my fins, and start running toward the water. When I go inside, the water is cold but feels so relaxing. I then start paddling to my spot of the beach "Pip-middles". Another set comes in, I catch the first wave, looking to my left I see my reflection on the wave. Then everything goes black. I go to the surface and smile because the day has just begun.

Sandys isn't just a beach, but feels a bit more. At first i feared the wave, I feared that when I get pounded thinking I'm going to die. Then as I started going more and more, I eventually begun to have passion for the beach. This is what separates sandys from other beaches. Sandys, i have a story behind why i love it but at other beaches, I go to just to swim or be with family. Thats why Sandys is my special place, i don't go just to swim but to release energy that i don't want. When I'm at sandys, I'm different person. Usually I'm a very talkative person, but at sandys I more quiet then a new kid at school. So not only does Sandys affect me mentally but phsyically also.

After a day at Sandys, I sit down on the back of my dads truck and I look at the beach. I watch all the bodyboarders at shorebreaks getting pounded from the waves that look like giants swallowing people, the surfers at full point ripping it up and all the haole tourist getting screaming at all the big waves. I smile knowing there's probably one kid in their that had the same fear as i did but know that when he breaks his fear, the true beauty of the wave will be right there in front of him.

Querencia - rough draft

      After a week of nothing but stress, the only place that seems to make it all go away is Sandys. Waking up at 6 in the morning, riding toward the east side of the island or the "country part of the island". When I arrive, I see the nice glassy waves and the chilly morning breeze glides across my skin. The sun is just slightly peaking over the mountain and I wait patiently for the perfect time to go in. I see the set of waves is over, the water has white foam on the surface of it, as if someone sprayed whip cream all over. I put on my fins, and start running toward the water. When I go inside, the water is cold but feels so relaxing. Start paddling to my spot of the beach "Pip-middles".  Another set comes in, I catch the first wave, looking to my left I see my reflection on the wave. Then everything goes black. I go to the surface and smile because the day has just begun.

      Sandys isn't just a beach, but feels a bit more. At first i feared the wave, I feared that when I get pounded thinking I'm going to die. Then as I started going more and more, I eventually begun to have passion for the beach. This is what separates sandys from other beaches. Sandys, i have a story behind why i love it but at other beaches, I go to just to swim or be with family. When I'm at sandys, I'm different person. Usually I'm a very talkative person, but at sandys I more quiet then a new kid at school. So not only does Sandys affect me mentally but phsyically also.

    After a day at Sandys, I sit down on the back of my dads truck and I look at the beach. I watch all the bodyboarders at shorebreaks getting pounded from the waves that look like giants swallowing people, the surfers at full point ripping it up and all the haole tourist getting screaming at all the big waves. I smile knowing there's probably one kid in their that had the same fear as i did but know that when he breaks his fear, the true beauty of the wave will be right there in front of him.

    

Special Place Draft

   Sandys Beach is the place i chose for my "special place". I chose this place because usually go by myself. When you go to places on your own you have a better connection with yourself and the environment. Going to sandys early in the morning is the best part of the day mainly because not a whole lot of people is there. Also because the water is glassy. The early morning breeze thats hits you when you jump out of the car is one of those moments where you realize what paradise feels like. The breeze can some times feel like a tornado but during different parts of the day, the is very cool. The most simple things are really what makes sandys an ideal place for my "special place"

Final

Poi was one of a Hawaiian’s main dish for anytime off the day. In the ancient times, a Hawaiian ate 8 pounds of poi a day. Poi was an ideal food because poi never spoils and taro doesn’t grow from seeds. So if you lived on an island you have an unlimited amount of food.

Poi is very special in my family. We only eat during special events like at parties and family gatherings. The last time I had poi was at my uncle’s funeral, which was two months ago. We usually buy poi at the market but the traditional way is better. The poi you buy at the market is processed but the traditional way involves a pohaku (rock) and a kuiai (the board that is used for pounding poi). I like the traditional way is better because not that much people still pound poi. Not only do I like poi because of the history behind it but also because of the taste. I like sweet poi. I don’t know the name of the type of taro that it comes from but the taste is delicious.

            The people that make poi won’t live forever, meaning the tradition of poi making could one day disappear.  Today’s generation of Hawaiians care more about the new things and less about the things that matter most. But why doesn’t it matter? “ It matters because poi is an ancient tradition” is what my friend Uhi said. Before there were over 50 different versions of taro and now there are only 12. That means, already some of the history is gone. This is why poi is special to me because maybe one day in the future this tradition could be lost.