I remember I was seven
decorating my sand castle on a beach in New Jersey, Summers Point.
My father was nearby playing his guitar at a local joint.
I turned around from where I was
and saw the lifeguard looking at me.
I figured he was marveling at my fabulous creation.
What else could it be?
of a sandy hill covered with candy wrappers, discarded little toys and other trinkets.
Ir qA so enjoyable to let my imagination run free, what ever I think I think it.
He was probably only making certain everyone was okay.
If anyone needed help there would be no delay.