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The Ocean of My Youth
The ocean of my youth is a turbid green churned with sand and foam. Breakers form and crash and flow to the shore and form again, both inviting and intimidating.
The smell is heat and sand and salt and sweat. Above, a cawing cacophony of gulls seeks out unprotected bits of popcorn and pretzel.
We excavate moats around our eroding sandcastles, sift for tiny crabs and watch them scurry from our fingertips to burrow back to their muddy homes. Later, we throw ourselves against the relentless waves, eventually emerging exhausted, pruned, and panting.
Can’t I play a little longer, mom?