As a kid I used to hate the beach for when I dip and wade the wave crashes and saltwater pricks me right in the eye. My eyes had always seemed to be the target. I did not know why.
I used to hate the beach as a kid because even weeks after dipping and pulling on the same underpants to school or park a couple of times since, I’d notice that the sand never totally left its pockets.
All grown up now, finding sand in my pocket is like finding the beach in my memory. I learned to like the beach and the happy scenes that goes with it.
Caramoan Islands, Philippines