Since I was little, the ocean has been a playground for me and my family. We grew up with a love for it and what comes from it, meaning good eats. When my daughter was little, I decided to take her and my sister and make a day at the beach. We were looking forward to it. We finally got there (3 hours is an eternity to a little one). So out of the car lickety split and a run to the ocean. Then halt, whos, complete stop. My daughter screamed and ran away from the ocean wave that was "after her". My sister and I tried and tried to get her to step closer. Finally she was making such a fuss, a little bit of the ocean wave touched her toes. Immediately the tears and crying stopped then, "Oh wow, I like this!" Then it was nearly impossible to get her out. I think she ate lunch in the ocean. 4 hours later and fried to the color of cooked lobster we headed home. No she didn't get burned and no, I didn't pay as much attention to me, it's a Mom thing. But at was an adventure. Life is full of them, get your toes wet.
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