My First Ocean
I was 6 when we moved to NYC and I saw the ocean for the first time. This crooked photo shows my brother and me, in the sand on Staten Island Beach. I remember the sand wasn't pretty, but it was oh so fun, digging!
So, today we spent part of the day on a beach in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. I didn't see a single adult or child playing in the sand, but I knew I needed to get in there and dig a while. I had no shovel or bucket, so I used my hands. Then I made a little sea turtle... or tortuga. Don was lounging elsewhere, so I took a pic of my tortuga with my cell phone. A young Mexican couple seemed very amused and offered to take a photo of me with my very lame creation.
So happy to have celebrated 60s, with sand and turtles!