Lazy_Beach_Days

Lazy Beach Days Lazy Beach Days I have lived near the beach all of my life. I was born in Wilmington, North Carolina, and one of my earliest memories is of digging my fingers into the warm, wet sand. I’ve heard stories of when my mother used to sit me at the water’s edge, and I’d laugh and play as the surf washed up around my chubby legs. In our elementary school days, my friends and I would spend our summers at the beach, taking turns burying each other in the sand up to our chins. We collected many different types of seashells--pointed, spiral ones that we used to call a unicorn’s horn, conch shells, sand dollar pieces, and not to forget the big beautiful ones that made great necklaces. But mostly, we played in the water, jumping over the high waves, or sitting in the surf as the waves knocked us all around, and screaming at the rush of salt water up our nose. Then, I was in high school, and the beach was where the gorgeous, sun-bleached surfers rode the waves and walked the shores all day. Now I never entered the water, I looked horrible with wet beach, sand, waves, water, surf, high, day, wet, two, towels, time, three, suntan, school, salt, over, out, ones, much, made, loved, little, knocked, huge, horrible, hair, friends, forget, feet, during, days, bag, back, around, always