The salty breeze of the ocean brings back many memories for me. For some people, they may just smell the ocean. However, that is not the way it is for me. A few months ago, I flew to Florida for a soccer tournament. On one of the nights, we (our teammates, their parents, my parents, and I) went to a restaurant that was across the street from the ocean. We ordered, and got our food about 2 or 3 hours later. During the time we were waiting for our food, we went to the beach. It was around 7 or 8, and we stayed there for about 1-2 hours. Many of them had swimsuits, so they jumped into the ocean. One of my friends had her other jersey on, so she jumped in also. One of my other friends had her white jersey on. Her mom told her not to jump in. She was just standing there, when a wave tripped her and made her fall into the water. She was walking around dizzy, and saying her mom was going to kill her. While she was stumbling around, she tripped and fell on the sand. It was really funny. It was the best night of my life. I had so much fun with them there. When we went back and got our food, we had a food fight, but we cleaned up. My soccer team is very close, so whenever I smell the ocean, I think of them.