While I played with Styrofoam, this girl stood at the tide line, and totally reminded me of myself at her age--same hair, same clothes, same size, same mood (I suspect). A few steps later I found my nightmare--the idiot who leaves her/his trash on the beach PLUS a wadded up dirty baby diaper. I began wishing a pox on the nincompoop, then decided that maybe someday she/he will know better...and that the challenge of education must continue even if it feels like Im either talking to the hand or the choir.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 17:05:08 +0000
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