Gentle waves crash against the sandy surf

Washed up seashells fit into small plastic bags mom and I carry

Footprints slowly fade, chasing me as I do the same to dad

Brother and I toss a ball back and forth until we get hungry

Tuna sandwiches and grapes prove good for empty stomachs

Sister and I dash into the giant waves

with body boards tied to our wrists

A family walks at sunset