A Day at the Beach

There's a place I like to call my own where I constantly reflect upon the fond memories of my childhood. Those days of sitting in the golden sand, with the hot sun beaming down on my little bonnet and pale helpless skin. The feeling of the cool ocean water rushing over my toes, as it would come in and snatch away my poor excuse of a sandcastle that had given me a sense of relief, but also a waste of time at the same moment. And then to feel the snug loving arms that held me close with the towel warming my body, as I sit eating a gooey peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

As years pass by, I still feel an undying love for my special place. Although a different kind of love, it is there within me something I will never lose. Running away from my fears, I run the shoreline, with my well-manicured bare feet slapping loudly in the small pools of clean, turquois...