The ocean is beautiful….the waves rush to us, just like the past, it rushes to us, as we run away, but how much can we run. Someday we’ll have to stop and they’ll catch up to us. What then? What then??

The ocean was neat, people, kids, and food...especially food. *Click Click*, I took some pictures, some memories. I walked toward the ocean, the waves. As I walked I stared at the waves, making me dizzy, Then BAM I fell, my eyes closed, I slowly opened. Him and me, staring into each others eyes, standing in the middle of the ocean, My eyes on his, his hands on me. I blinked. He blinked. “I am so sorry” I told him. “Next time watch out, I am not gonna catch you next time” He frowned. I stood up “I know, I never said you would, did you want to?” I laughed. HE stared at me, he looked mad “I am being serious, what at you 5?” He shaked his head. “Ya, I am 5, what are you, 50? You’re more serious than my grandpa” I laughed. He signed “Geez, I didn’t know 5 year olds were allowed to come to the beach alone, anyways kid, don’t go falling for someone else, 3 seconds with you and they'll be annoyed in no time.” He walked away. What's his problem? Who knows? Who cares? I started walking again. As he walked away I clicked. Not only the good memories are what I capture, sometimes the worst should be remembered too, because everyone you meet has an impact on you.