When I Remember the Beach

When I remember the beach, I have so many memories stored away it is hard to separate them!

• I remember the year my husband fell asleep on the balcony while lying on his belly, resulting in burns on the bottom of his feet. We ice backed them and used vinegar, making him smell really weird when he hobbled into a restaurant to have dinner.
  
• I remember the many hours of basking in the sun and riding the waves in the ocean. I remember the sand flees (seemed more like chiggers) at Hilton Head and using red nail polish (the only color I had with me) to lessen the itch.
  
• I remember the hurricane evacuation (that we ignored) and the wind and huge waves that we watched (tensely) from our room.
  
• I remember the many trips driving down Ocean Boulevard to see the festivities in bumper-to-bumper traffic, and the time one of my son’s teenage friend needed something for a headache and was given the only thing available… Midol.
  
• I remember the torrential rain in Hilton Head that left us walking a good distance in water up to our knees, with eyes alerted for alligator attacks.
  
• I remember seeing Jaws and the hesitation to enter the ocean the next day.
  
• I remember the deep-sea fishing trip my husband and son went on when all they caught was a bucket to throw up in and a rumbling in their tummies.
  
• But… I remember most of all… the fun of  lazy days in the sun!