The first day of vacation, especially at a beach, is like the first snow for me. Its transformative, an entirely virgin and semi-alien environment in which for me to play. I wander up, look at my experience based canvas, and the possibilities seem endless. "I've got all this time to do whatever I want!" and I honestly feel as if "all this time" is actually something significant. The truth unfolds and makes its self known very quickly, but that first moment of realizing you're on vacation is probably the closest feeling to childhood enthusiasm and wonder I can think of at the moment.
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