Ever since I was fifteen, our friends and I would pool our money together to make our annual mecca to the beach, but the minute Summer was over, we would beginning saving some cash. Even when we were too young to have bank accounts, we would keep change in jars and try to make more money doing whatever odd works or extra work around town that needed to get finished. Then we would get our oldest sibling to book our hotel room for us, since he was the only person of age to do it, my parents always thought we were insane, due to the fact we would book our rooms at the same outdated motel on the water. This place always had a vacancy as long as you booked in the early Spring because nobody wanted to stay in a motel with no central air conditioner unit. My mother especially did not understand why we wanted to leave our nice condo with central air heating and cooling just to go spend a weekend in a crappy motel! But the motel didn’t matter because we barely caught z’s anyway, all of us spent that weekend every Summer on the beach until the morning. In the morning we would sun tan and relax, then in the morning we would take our swim when it got too boiling to handle. In the night, we would go up and down the beach and join parties. One year we even snuck into a dance club and stayed till closing. The motel’s air conditioner didn’t mean a single thing to us, every single beach trip was the adventure of the whole year.