Putting Together the Puzzle Pieces

December 16, 2010
By musicgeek BRONZE, Faifeild, Connecticut
musicgeek BRONZE, Faifeild, Connecticut
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My grandmother always had a statement she was known for. The statement had all of the adults nodding their heads in agreement and an expression on their faces that I could never figure out in the past few years. Were they mourning, confused, or reflecting on life itself? The famous saying my Grandma recites is: Life is one huge jigsaw puzzle.

The waves were sea green and shimmering. The sound of the waves crashing sang a melody. Each wave came one by one in a rhythm. The ocean rhythm rang in my ear.

I was in Branford, CT. My family owns a beach house there. Every summer we spend the whole month of August in Branford. Let me tell you, it is real beach living. Lindon Beach is my summer sanctuary. My friend, Claire, and I spend each waking moment at that beach. The steep rocks are coated with seaweed. At the top of the rocks stands a diving board. Yes, a diving board into the ocean.

Suddenly, without thinking, my feet stride in their normal routine to the diving board. The rocks were rough and rigid but I couldn’t feel a thing. The soles of my feet were like thick leather. When I got to the end of the diving board I glare at my sun-kissed feet still wet from swimming. My blue nail polished toes dangled from the white and abused diving board.

Automatically my mind lingers to Indian Neck Day. The image was so clear and vivid: a small white beach, a mass of people, boisterous band blaring music, people dancing and singing along. All of them in shorts and a t-shirt or their bathing suit, not caring what they look like. My whole group of friends and I were dancing and singing with everybody. The feeling of community warmed my heart. The smiles and bursts of laughter from friends and neighbors lit up the night. I wondered, what could be better?

At one moment I could hear the live band, but the next moment I could almost smell the familiar aroma of hotdogs and burgers. Next the vision of summer cookouts came into play. Cookouts were the official sign of summer. Each cookout was different. It was like a complete package of compelling conversations, funny stories, and if the adults were lucky all of the kids would provide some specialty entertainment. When I go to family cookouts I spend most of my time with mini, berserk, and fun loving things. They are called little kids. I like to call them “the youngsters”. They have an amazing amount of energy and are just a good time. The summer cookout meant time for us to hang out with that “fun-sized” gang.

The “youngsters”, I thought, what would summer be without them? I bounced a couple times on the diving board but before I had time to jump my mind got distracted. It linked to another memory, the summer play. Claire, a neighbor in Branford, and I are inseparable. One of the reasons is because we can’t stop thinking about creativity. We both adore music so we decided it would be enjoyable if we put on a summer production. We titled it Once Upon a Fairytale. I embraced the sight of seeing little kids dressed up as fairytale creatures. It was hilarious! I could almost smell the hard work and dedication that these kids had. Don’t get me wrong, we joked around plenty. It’s amazing how this little experience made me love life even more.

I gaze into the summer sky, the beautiful summer sky. My thoughts re-winded to the fourth of July…the fireworks. My mind jumped to the picture of the night of the fireworks. On the that night I rode my bike with my hair up in a ponytail. The summer breeze went through me filling me with even more exhilaration. It was the night everyone has been talking about, for it was the night if the fireworks. Now my head was on the verge of exploding because of all the anxiousness. I pedaled even faster to get a seat and meet up with Claire before it got to crowded. I pulled over at the beach and I had seen Claire waving me over. I sat down ready for the show to start. My eyes widened at the phenomenal neon colors and the piecing noise. That memory slowly, but surely, drifted away.

SPLASH! Before I knew it I was coming up from underwater. The diving board was still springing up then down, and up then down again. Once I come up from underwater the hot summer sun is beating on me. It was the end of summer. It was the tail end of the spontaneous extravaganza, but I couldn’t help it when a beam crept across my face. At that moment I had finally had realized what my grandma has been saying for all of these years. I finally put the pieces of summer together.

The author's comments:
The first thing you should know about me is I love writing poems and songs. I usually write about things that are close to me and that inspired me to write my piece. If I could have one thing that readers learn from this is that all of the little expiernces make yor life so extraordinary.

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This article has 7 comments.

phyl said...
on Dec. 21 2010 at 6:43 pm
Ella, what talent! Awesome.

kate said...
on Dec. 21 2010 at 10:27 am


You are an amazing writer!!! I felt like I was transported instantly to the scene...the seaweed covered rocks, light beams across the face...sheer poetry! I'm sharing this with my class-it's a fine example of figurative language and "showing" instead of just "telling"! Congratulations!


AuntieDeb said...
on Dec. 21 2010 at 7:46 am
Ella, You leave me speechless and in awe..singing and writing so beautifully...brings a smile to our face !

on Dec. 20 2010 at 9:44 pm
really awesome!  I'm very impressed!!!  :)

suezz said...
on Dec. 20 2010 at 4:53 pm
I loved this memoir. I am actually one this author's summer friends and reading it brought tears to my eyes as I remembered the amazing puzzle peices this summer. Some of the puzzle peices were fun and amazing such as the summer production we created. Others could bring me to be upset, but all are a part of life and I loved reading every bit of it.

NC Subygirl said...
on Dec. 20 2010 at 4:25 pm
  What a wonderful story. Everyone has summer memories and  this story makes all summer memories come alive.  CONGRATS to the author .  Would love to read about her winter memories too. 

nononoelle said...
on Dec. 20 2010 at 4:14 pm
Such wonderful imagery-- I could see your blue toenails shining in the sun! Thanks for the beautifully written and heart felt story, and keep on writing!


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