I just dont leave my house tbh unless my mom makes me go on a vacation. Its become a tradition to drive up to Maine in the summer for us. Nice place with a house by the beach, but the problem is, well, there’s a beach. I remember last years trip. I got sunburned on the bottom of my feet from walking on the sand for too long without wearing flipflops, which I fucking hate wearing. It became so painful I couldn’t walk so I had to just sit in a beach chair alone while my family did their own thing. I just sat there with tinted sunglasses watching everyone enjoy themselves. I couldn’t leave until my family wanted to so I was basically stuck there. The next day I had to go paddle boarding and I had to walk barefoot on sharp rocks with the sunburn to get to the board. It hurt like hell and I started bleeding from all the cuts I got. Glad this was in Maine and not Hawii because a shark mighta come to me or something with all the bleeding I did. I never tried standing up on the paddle board because I didnt wanna risk falling in the water since I can’t swim. All in all, I learned that I hate the beach and do not want to go ever again