|Credits: footprints on the beach|
In the summers, when I was a child and our family was stationed in the U.S., I loved to visit my favorite aunt and three cousins. My cousin Mitchell and I, born only a month apart, were close friends. I especially looked forward to times when I could stay with my aunt for a week and spend days playing and going to the beach. Mitch and I would run far ahead of the others along the beach gathering shells and splashing each other. One of the few happy memories I had and still cherish.
running and laughing
along the edge of the shore
footprints in our wake