Life Is A Beach
I used to think that I hated the beach. For some reason, I thought that the sand was too annoying, because it got into everything. I also thought that the beach wore me out. Even though I grew up at the Jersey shore, I hardly ever went to the beach. You would think that I would have loved the beach as a child. I enjoyed seafood and aquariums. Why wouldn’t I enjoy the beach? I think the complaints about the sand and fatigue weren’t really mine. They were my mother’s reason for hating the beach. She passed these reasons on to me. She will be angry when she reads this, but the truth is sometimes hard.
Last summer, I rediscovered the beach. The water in the Gulf is warm. The waves are gentle. The sand is like fine, white powder. It’s fun to be in the water. I enjoy that much more than just lying on the sand. It’s good to get some sun. It’s good to spend some time with family and friends. I like to pack a picnic lunch, and eat it just before I head home.
I spend much of my time in the water just standing around. I try to float, but floating is hard for me because my butt sinks. I think that standing is safer than swimming because all of the splashing around required to swim might attract sharks. I’m terrified of sharks. Sometimes while standing in the water, I get an intense feeling that a shark is approaching. I have to stand perfectly still until the feeling passes.
I saw a show about sharks on the Discovery Channel. On that show, they said that sometimes when sharks bite, they aren’t trying to eat you, they are just investigating. They don’t have hands, so they use their mouths to handle objects. They are curious creatures who want to check things out and see what’s going on.
In my opinion, sharks should have hands. What kind of oversight was that? Why would God make an animal curious and not give it hands? I don’t have razor sharp teeth sticking out of my palms. If I did, I wouldn’t go around touching everything. If I were going to create a shark, I would give it retractable hands. That way they could retract them when they weren’t using them and they wouldn’t interfere with the sharks streamlined design. Since sharks don’t have hands, I think it would be appropriate for them to keep their mouths to themselves. If they did, I would be able to enjoy the beach much more.
Sharks or no sharks, I’m going to be a regular at the beach this summer. I don’t know what the odds are of getting attacked by a shark. I’ll just do my best not to look like a seal. I hope that I’m not pushing my luck.
