Where I Know I Belong

The beach has always been a part of me.
Some of my earliest memories are of me finding my feet, stumbling and falling onto the sand on glorious sunny days.
It is where I remember my dad for all his smiles, his laughter and him being relaxed. At the beach, he was always happy, fun, silly and had all the time in the world.
The beach makes me think of my mum hiding from the rays of sunlight for fear she might burn and go that wonderful shade of pink! And yet still she smiles at the sight of my sister and I racing to the water.
Days when there were no worries, no arguments, no cross words and hurtful comments.

The beach in its simplicity and calmess reminds me of so much.

When I close my eyes and think of the sea, I can picture my daughter and the excitment on her face. The joy and seeing this wonder for the first time, as she felt the sand inbetween her toes and heard the sounds of the waves. I hope to take her back there soon for I feel the same connection to the beach in her as there is in me.

Although I live so far from the sea, I know there are all the hopes that the beach holds for me and for what is yet to come. I am truly me at the beach and the sea.
IllusiveLittleMe IllusiveLittleMe
31-35, F
1 Response Dec 2, 2012

Very well written. My parents started taking us kids long before I can remember; it was always part of my childhood.