A Happy Memory

Another nod to K for the idea . . .

One happy memory that springs to mind is a day spent with my son and mom on our last trip back home. My parents live in southern Florida not far from the beach, so of course time would be spent there. We hit this wonderful beach with white sands and crystal blue water. The waves were light and as it was early in the day, it had not yet gotten too hot. Seashells were collected, sand castles built and destroyed - either by grandma, son or by a scurrying crab in a hurry to get back to its hole. Lots of water was splashed by all parties along with a lot of giggles every time a wave hit my son, who was 4 at the time. After a couple of hours when the beach started to get crowded and bare feet was not a good idea on the increasingly hot sand, we left for home. After getting cleaned up, we then went out 'treasure hunting'. In our family, that means hitting antique shops and secondhand stores looking for odds and bits that catch our interest. It's more the time spent together than for anything valuable. My son got into the spirit of it and actually found a couple of books that he liked.