The Beach

I am thankful for the beach. We take kitchen utensils to use to build sandcastles. I like it best when it is almost empty of people, on a warm summer morning when the water is nice. I love buggy-boarding. I love getting hit by the waves and then feeling numb from the cold Pacific Ocean. When my dad comes, he buries our bodies with sand, just leaving our faces uncovered. I take time to collect shells and rocks that have been eroding from water washing over them over and over and over. I love the beach!