The wind blows a few strands of my hair into my face and I brush them back with my fingertips. With my opposite hand I hold on tight to the bar as the metal warms beneath my hand. My ears ring with the soft beat of an unknown country song, as the terrible singing from my cousins attacks me. The air of surfside beach pounds against my skin, and quickly sucks out all the moisture from my mouth with the aroma of humid air and sea salt that smashes into me. The salt from the water lingers on my tongue and spawns a sour taste in my mouth. As we turn to the other side of the road, my body jolts with the acceleration of the golf cart and the rubber tires screech against the road jostling my body.The grey road wears from age and use with small pieces of gravel broken off, that gets shoved to the side. Unrecognizable men across the road loudly slur their American pride. My eyes flash to the side of road where people in shorts and t-shirts lean against the wood fences in front of the trailers that relax on dirt and grass. I relish this moment of time with a handful of family members at the campground on the beach, with a long list of opportunities at our fingertips. The road adjacent to the beach with golf carts that circle the road and soft luminous lights glisten the night sky with not a star in sight. A laugh erupts out of my open mouth, which waits impatiently to be let free. A rush of exhilaration sprints into my body. This joyous ride back and forth across the road, I realize I'm free from my life back home for a week. A week with no thought of New York, a week with no parents or siblings. As, laughable jokes expel from us, it doesn't matter what happens. Right now it’s all about our freedom like the eagles in the sky that soar beyond our heads in the dark of the night.