There is a place that means something special to me. This place is the Royau Beach. It was my grandfather's favourite beach who is now dead. He used to spend a lot of time there and when I was young until the age of fourteen, I spent all my week-ends with him, looking at the sea. I came with him to go on his big boat and for four hours, he showed me where the best places to find fish and crabs were. I was his favourite grandaughter that's why he spent a lot of time with me. That beach makes me feel good, it reminds me when I was young and when my grandfather was always there for me. He was so proud to go there with me and to introduce me to his numerous friends. My grandfather died two years ago and since the day he died, I have gone every week, once or twice, to this beach to look at the sea and think of all the good moments I spend in his company. This beach is special to all my family but more to me because no one else had the right to go with him on his boat except me. I know, later, I will visit this beach with my children and tell them how my grandfather was, the relationship I had with him and tell them about his passion for the ocean. This place is a very good memory of when I was young and when my gandfather was always next to me.