Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The mist cleared to give us a sky like this: It's amazing how much fun there is to be found in a playground by the beach when you're eight years old. Throwing rocks and shells in the water means learning to let go at the right time so they don't flip up and end up behind you. Throwing sand is no-no. Playing tiggy means convincing adults to run on the sand--amazing how powerful the words, "you're it" can be! Then every new playground has its own wonders. This one features an itty bitty merry-go-round for one--like a circular scooter on a pole. That's it on the right edge of the pic. If you balance carefully you can share it with a new-found friend. The promise of an ice-cream eventually prised young S away from the beach. But then we found a new playground to explore near the milk bar. We had to ring her dad to see if we could stay for another hour. It was a good day.