All I heard was “Come back!” as I ran out of my front door and hopped on my bike. I started pedaling as fast as I could and didn’t stop until I could smell the salt in the air. It was the first time that I had ever run away from home, but it definitely wasn’t the first time I had ever thought about doing it. You see, my family life growing up would probably fall under “broken” in most people’s minds. My father was completely out of the picture, and as a ten-year-old boy growing up in Laguna Beach, I was what people called a “punk.” I didn’t get into too much trouble, but I just didn’t like to follow the rules. All rules were meant to be broken though, aren’t they? This specific time of my life is very memorable to me, because it was the first time that I really felt one with the beach. After I saw the waves crashing on the shore I jumped off my bike and began running down the beach until I came across some tide pools. I remember sitting there thinking about all my problems, but as soon as that colossal sun slated to set above the ever swaying horizon, I saw colors that I had never seen before. I got lost in the sounds of squawking seagulls and crashing waves. The last thing I remember thinking was that everything would be okay.
Bryce Cano is a business entrepreneurship major in his third year at San Jose State and is in the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity.
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