My morning would be full of beautiful sunshine and clear, blue skies. I would eat pancakes every morning with strawberries. I would wake up to the sound of birds and the sound of water crashing against the rocks. I am living in a beach house out in the Caribbean. All afternoon I would sit on the beach eating icecream and drinking lemonade. There would be school for only one hour a day and you would only go to school to learn what you want to. The sun would shine every day and I would play tennis all day and then at night I would go for a bike ride and right before I went to bed I would pop in some of my cds and listen to it all night. I would be free from any problems. I would have no worries anymore. My perfect day would end with the silence of night. -- Josh B.	My perfect day was when I went with my sisters and brothers to go sledding. I was going down the hill and I went over a bump and I bit m y tongue and it bled. Then after I went down my 17 year old sister went down and she almost made it in the basketball hoop. (She was in an inner tube and it flipped up into the air and almost came down through the hoop.) Then she bit her tongue after I did. -- Heather
My perfect day would not start like all the other days. I will not be jolted from my sleep to start a routine, that I lazily run through like a robot, or a mouse in a maze. It won't have a beginning because I won't be able to remember how it started. It will be a dream that I slowly awake into, slowly realize is real, yet won't feel tired or weighed down by worries. I will come to on the beach when the sun rises and be as careless as anyone can be. My dog will run out from the waves of the ocean with a stick twice as large as his whole body, causing me to laugh at his awkward run. Soon, he digs a wide hole next to me to rest in the cool sand, not caring his tongue is laying collecting the smell, touch, and taste of the beach, the day. It will not be too hot yet too cold. It would be like sitting in a tub of ice cream on a sticky humid day. With Booby beside me panting in his sleep, I would sleep to the birds, waves, and love. -- Luke	I would like my perfect day to start out with a nice breakfast on a sunny summer morning at camp. I would want to sit outside where the birds are singing and where the flowers are blossoming and with clear blue skies where you could only see the sun shining and the birds flying. I would be sitting on the beach. I would be swimming in the clear waters of the Caribbean where the dolphins are singing and the fishes are swimming right by you. I would be sitting by the camp fire where I would be making s'mores and saying jokes. During the right I would be playing tennis outside when it's dusk and quiet.  -- Aida
On my perfect day there is no work. There are no jobs and there are no deadlines. My day begins in a warm bed, nestled between blankets and pillows. I wake up when I decide to wake up. This would probably be at 11 a.m. My perfect day has powdered donuts and orange juice, faded jeans and t-shirts. I'll sit in a big blue chair or maybe in the grass, freshly cut - I love that smell. The sun is shining and keeps my body warm. I hear lawnmowers and birds and the church bells that alert me every hour. There are lemonade stands and children running through sprinklers. I watch people laughing and talking lightly about this and that. The world is peaceful and everyone has what they need. Every now and then I'll throw the tennis ball to some cute little puppy that I will name Jack. He pushes the ball around in the cool summer grass with his wet puppy nose and awkward puppy paws. And afterward he'll come lay beside me and enjoy the outdoors. The sun sets late, maybe at 8:30 or so, and people are still outside, congregating on porches, cooking on the grill, corn on the cob faces, listening to music as the sun falls behind the lake. -- Dean	The beating sun is beginning to overpower the cool breeze, and I slowly open my eyes. The hammock I've been slumbering in rocks gently, and the waves are crashing against the sand. I look through the grove of trees, seeing all of my friends slowly waking up. My girlfriends and I decide to take a morning dip in the crystal-clear ocean while the guys make breakfast, a wonderfully refreshing meal of fresh fruits and juice. (The fruit was picked right off our beach.) After breakfast, we all get dressed for the day, making sure to dress lightly as the morning indicates a scorcher of a day. The group of us decides to take a hike to the other end of the island, where we had set up a volleyball net a few days earlier. On the way, we stop to wade in the clear springs, and even do some cliff jumping off of a rushing waterfall. After the trek, we play a bunch of volleyball and then just relax, alternating between lounging in the sun and jumping in the ocean. After our trek back to camp, we build a bonfire, gathering around it, telling stories. Back in my hammock, I fall asleep under a blanket of stars and the sound of the beach. -- Becca